The Club is an interesting place. It is a place where people gather, meet people, mingle, dance, drink and have a good time. It is also a place where people get intoxicated, produce second hand smoke, flirt and hook up with no strings attached. I was never a frequent, but each time I went was an experience of its own. You could see a totally different side of people, and know yourself a little better each time ;)
I still remember distinctly the first time I was brought to a club. I think I was 18, just old enough to show my ID ;) I was fascinated. I remember seeing a girl dancing on a speaker box, alone. She had long straight hair, heavy make up, and wore a tight light blue tube dress. She was just there, moving along with the deafening beats, smoking one after another, feeling the vibration from the speaker, sweat dripping from her forehead and dancing with her eyes closed. I thought it was an odd yet interesting sight. She seemed to be in a zone of her own. Obviously, she was enjoying herself. But my innocent mind did not comprehend her behavior. Why on the stage? Why alone?
Then, there was the drinking part.
I’m a lousy drinker. Everyone knows that. Back then, I chose not to drink when I was active in vb. It just didn’t feel right. It is just like an athlete who smokes. All the hard work goes into the drain with every smoke of cigarette. So, that prevented me from drinking for many many years. I guess there are pros and cons. I probably missed all the ‘fun’. But it was my decision, and no regret there.
Apart from that, I do enjoy a drink or two nowadays, just enough to get tipsy. Well, I suck in gauging my limits though. The throwing up and hangovers are killers. I remember swearing not to consume any alcohol again in my life after puking uncontrollably at a parking lot near a club. That was many years back. I was so drunk, I couldn’t even walk myself to the car. It was an ugly sight. Yuckkk! The hangover was horrible too. Collapsing onto my bed with my head spinning furiously, I asked myself, why am I doing this to myself? Or more like… What have I done wrong to deserve this? Haha.
Recently I was swayed into a club once more. Well, the truth was that I missed my friends a lot, so I had decided to make an exception. It turned out to be a fun night. I saw friends who I had not seen for a ages and met a few new ones too. People got a little wilder and a little less sober with each hour. It was interesting just to watch the night unfold. Everyone was in the mood and had a great time.
Said Aristotle unto Plato,
'Have another sweet potato?'
Said Plato unto Aristotle,
'Thank you, I prefer the bottle.'
Owen Wister (1860-1938) American novelist