What Has Nightlife Become?

To clarify, this wasn't a typical night.

What started out as a fun adventure turned obscene. A few of my closest friends were playing at a new club. I definitely needed a heavy dose of escapism that week so I was all systems go.

Before I continue, I never set out to write to call anyone or anywhere out specifically. So I'm not naming places. But the absurdity of it all just beckoned me to write. Because I definitely live in a bubble. It's an exquisite bubble, musically and culturally. But dipping my toe into normulan nightlife culture I'm shocked. This is it?!

I was accosted by some sort of foam material being blown out of a newsstand coming in. I know I'm bringing the drama, but personally I don't like it. Anywho, I dodged the foam and walked in. Wild. Wow. Unlike any nightclub I've ever been to. And that says a lot. I'm here for experiences unlike my typical tastes, so I excitedly continued past people who were handing out fake glasses and trinkets in the entryway. The main floor is carpet, including the dancefloor. Let's start there. Shag carpet is not a dancefloor. And that's not my opinion, ask any professional dancer and they'll tell you the same. Carpet aside, I was here for the wonderland bonkers-ness. Like, what's happening?! Over the DJ booth was some sort of numbers (perhaps lottery) looking light up panel. There's a stage, which isn't for me, but I get it for the type of nightclub it is. What looks like the bar has an umbrella over it like a street vendor. Cute for what it is, ok.

I ventured downstairs where my friends were playing. The ceiling was every kind of light you can imagine, but not turned on thankfully. Pendants of all types- a camping light and a fluorescent light and so on. Just the shell, so clever. Thankfully, the floor downstairs was a hard surface so I had a sigh of relief that I'd be able to dance. I was so bewildered by the experience that my jaw was on the floor for at least 20 minutes.

I ran around to every level and every room (there are three). A hall of mirrors leading to a bathroom that looked like a temporary tattoo shop. There's a blackjack table. I hit 21 on my bet which was a bandaid and won a Mary Kay trial product. There's a karaoke room. Yes, that's right, karaoke. I walked up to people belting out “You're So Vain, You Must Think This Song is About You” which until that night, I had never heard out. There's even a seance room, which I tentatively peeked my head in. Though tonight was about fun and games, this out of the ordinary club was very much giving adult playground ridiculousness. But then again, I’m here as a tourist and my brain was working overtime to suspend disbelief.