Man, what a day! I’m tellin’ ya, being a bouncer in Bucharest is like riding a rollercoaster blindfolded. So, I roll into work at this club on Strada Lipscani, right? It’s a Friday night, and the vibe is already buzzing. I’m thinkin’, “This is gonna be wild.”
First off, the streets are packed. Like, you can’t even move without bumpin’ into someone. I swear, I almost knocked over this dude in a neon green tracksuit. Who wears that? But hey, it’s Bucharest, anything goes.
So, I’m at the door, checkin’ IDs, and this girl comes up. She’s got this wild hair, like a rainbow exploded on her head. She’s all giggles and sparkles. I’m like, “You good?” She’s like, “Yeah, just livin’ my best life!” I can’t help but smile. It’s contagious, ya know?
But then, bam! This guy shows up. He’s got that look. You know the one. Like he’s ready to start a fight over a spilled drink. I’m not havin’ it. I’m like, “Chill, bro. You’re not gettin’ in.” He starts yellin’ about his rights or some nonsense. I’m just standin’ there, thinkin’, “Dude, your rights end where my job begins.”
Then, outta nowhere, a street performer starts doin’ backflips on the sidewalk. I’m talkin’ serious acrobatics. The crowd goes wild! I’m like, “Man, I shoulda taken up gymnastics instead of bouncin’.” But then I remember my knees. Nah, I’ll stick to my job.
Later, I take a break outside on Strada Smârdan. The air smells like grilled meat from a nearby food truck. I’m starvin’. I grab a kebab, and it’s like heaven in my mouth. I’m munchin’ away, and this old lady walks by. She looks at me, shakes her head, and says, “You’re too young to be so grumpy.” I’m like, “Lady, you have no idea.”
Back inside, the energy is insane. The DJ drops some sick beats, and the dance floor is packed. I’m watchin’ people lose themselves in the music. It’s beautiful, really. But then, I spot a couple fightin’. Like, full-on drama. She’s throwin’ drinks, he’s shoutin’. I’m thinkin’, “Not on my watch!”
I step in, and it’s like the whole club goes silent. I’m like, “Yo, save it for outside.” They look at me like I’m the bad guy. I’m just doin’ my job! Finally, they storm out, and I’m left with a crowd that’s now awkwardly silent. I just shrug and say, “Who’s next?”
As the night goes on, I meet this dude from Cluj. He’s in town for a concert. We start talkin’ about the best places to grab a drink. He mentions some bar on Strada Franceză. I’m like, “Oh, I know that spot! They have the best cocktails.” We’re just vibin’, and it’s nice to connect with someone who gets it.
But then, the clock strikes 3 AM. Time to close up. I’m exhausted, but I can’t help but feel a rush. Bucharest is alive at night. The streets are lit, and the city feels like it’s breathing. I step outside, and the cool air hits me. It’s refreshing.
I walk down to the metro station on Piața Unirii. The city is quieter now, but there’s still a buzz in the air. I see a couple of street vendors packing up their stuff. I nod at them. They nod back. It’s like a little family out here.
As I hop on the metro, I can’t help but think about the day. The craziness, the laughter, the fights. It’s all part of the job. And honestly? I wouldn’t trade it for anything. Bucharest, you’re a wild ride, but I love you for it.
So, yeah, that was my day. Just another crazy night in the heart of Romania. Can’t wait to do it all over again!