Repeating the same narrative could eventually lead to an unavoidable monotony. It’s always about me, always chaotic, always sprinkled with unnecessary drama. So, let’s add a twist to the story: I therefore introduce a more intense version of myself, my sister, who, as it happens, possesses the secret power of attracting trouble. It’s safe to lay forward the argument that everyone’s holidays are messy but simply calling this one messy would be an understatement. 

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Broader context: 

If you ever find yourself during Christmas time in a small town called Brasov in Romania, going clubbing almost every day is a given. Sure, it gets banal and tiresome, but still, at 12:30 a.m. everybody shows up. 

22nd of December 

Alcohol, consumed in any doses (but here let’s just say a high one), often comes with the illusion of being in control; even worse, it comes with the illusion of being invincible. After having confused a random guy outside with another one and consequently having started yelling at him for nothing, my sister proceeded being her most genuine, straightforward self for the night. It might appear that I was a spectator to this, but don’t be fooled. Picture this: a 1.60 metres tall girl, in a sparkly, tight dress and on heels, fighting a gang of 7 boys at 6 a.m. in front of the club. How did we get here? Well, another yet beautiful Romanian (let’s call it so) tradition is to go to McDonalds after clubbing. Staying true to her nationality and what that entails, my sister was dragging me there. On the way, some random guys decided to whistle and make some sexist comments at us (which to be honest is quite usual in my country); my sister started yelling back; one thing led to another and 5 minutes later one of them was standing in front of her, ready to punch her in the face. Adding to this, there I was, standing by her side, asking him with my nicest voice to not mind her and leave, and there she was, provoking him to punch her so that she would punch him back. Fortunately, he mumbled something on the lines that he doesn’t hit girls and they all left. 

One hour later: there she is at 7 a.m. inhaling some cakes, completely oblivious of what just happened and there I am, happy I don’t have a black eye. 

27th of December 

Clubbing again. Being again her extra self, she decides to dance on the table. This other girl, gets extremely frustrated that my sister is allowed and she isn’t and she decides to direct her anger straight into the club’s glass door. As the ambulance and police pull outside, my sister is headed straight for a ride in a merry-go-round that was placed in the square where the club is. The very efficient Romanian police let us have our fun (although it was illegal) since we pretended to not speak Romanian and they couldn’t be bothered to try out their English. 

I am aware clubbing in Romania doesn’t sound very safe right now, so sorry for the negative publicity.