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Went dancing for the first time in ages last night.
Attempted to convince Japanese and Korean friends to come along, but they were too scared because the club was in the bad part of town (By the military base).
But I showed up at the club by my solo-self, and they had the whole swanky outfit where large guys in suits determine who is eligible for entry. Mostly, I think, to prevent GIs from coming in and causing a ruckus. But also to keep out scrubs.
When I made it in (and I may have been under a slight influence of spirits from earlier in the evening, but:) I was witness to perhaps the densest group of attractive-looking people I've ever seen. Seriously, like ever. Maybe they were all rich and well-dressed and plastic-surgeried or what, but the cumulative effect was pretty daunting. Anyways, I realize that this is what it is like in big cities. There are fancy pantses about, and they like to commiserate. And I infiltrated their den. (As the night wore on, the attractivity-density decreased somewhat, but whatever)
My motivator was that BT was DJ-ing at the club that night, and I wanted to check it out. And he was good, awesome in fact, at whatever it is DJs do. Alternately playing for and against the expectations of the crowd, or something. The specifics of the art form are beyond me, I think. But I definitely appreciate the results.
And there's so many people around, dancing and watching each other. The eyes flitting about. Mouths curved in variations of smiles. Sensory overload. And the eyes and smiles, they are pleasant lies. There's always the chance that the gaze coming your way is on you, and that you are producing it. And then there's more chances that it is not, but you don't care. And you spread it, you look back and smile and bombard the opposite area with your positive signal. Possibly setting off further reactions. This feedback continues, and feeds the night, amplifies the dance. The crowd pulsates, the music crescendos, and then... then the fricking laser machines kick in and shower the crowd in futuristic light beams, like our energy is being scanned by an alien sensor device, downloading our animalistic enjoyment for further study. And just when things seem to be getting too hot, water vapor spurts from the ceiling. Just slightly cooler to the skin than the surrounding air, but further serving to destroy visibility briefly. As it clears again, the room's occupants have shuffled, the eyes are all new. And the cycle continues again. Everyone in this process is equally important, and that is the illusion that powers the whole system. Another pair of smiling eyes, another potential promise of connection, sliding through this mechanical mess of a society.
Good time. Good dancing.
Attempted to convince Japanese and Korean friends to come along, but they were too scared because the club was in the bad part of town (By the military base).
But I showed up at the club by my solo-self, and they had the whole swanky outfit where large guys in suits determine who is eligible for entry. Mostly, I think, to prevent GIs from coming in and causing a ruckus. But also to keep out scrubs.
When I made it in (and I may have been under a slight influence of spirits from earlier in the evening, but:) I was witness to perhaps the densest group of attractive-looking people I've ever seen. Seriously, like ever. Maybe they were all rich and well-dressed and plastic-surgeried or what, but the cumulative effect was pretty daunting. Anyways, I realize that this is what it is like in big cities. There are fancy pantses about, and they like to commiserate. And I infiltrated their den. (As the night wore on, the attractivity-density decreased somewhat, but whatever)
My motivator was that BT was DJ-ing at the club that night, and I wanted to check it out. And he was good, awesome in fact, at whatever it is DJs do. Alternately playing for and against the expectations of the crowd, or something. The specifics of the art form are beyond me, I think. But I definitely appreciate the results.
And there's so many people around, dancing and watching each other. The eyes flitting about. Mouths curved in variations of smiles. Sensory overload. And the eyes and smiles, they are pleasant lies. There's always the chance that the gaze coming your way is on you, and that you are producing it. And then there's more chances that it is not, but you don't care. And you spread it, you look back and smile and bombard the opposite area with your positive signal. Possibly setting off further reactions. This feedback continues, and feeds the night, amplifies the dance. The crowd pulsates, the music crescendos, and then... then the fricking laser machines kick in and shower the crowd in futuristic light beams, like our energy is being scanned by an alien sensor device, downloading our animalistic enjoyment for further study. And just when things seem to be getting too hot, water vapor spurts from the ceiling. Just slightly cooler to the skin than the surrounding air, but further serving to destroy visibility briefly. As it clears again, the room's occupants have shuffled, the eyes are all new. And the cycle continues again. Everyone in this process is equally important, and that is the illusion that powers the whole system. Another pair of smiling eyes, another potential promise of connection, sliding through this mechanical mess of a society.
Good time. Good dancing.