There are sometimes (often or maybe even very often?) days when we cannot really recognize ourselves. The times when we look at each other and think 'I would never think that I would do this' or 'I would never expect that I would enjoy that'. Are they the signs of permanent changes that we become part of? Or maybe rather a small trigger to carry us away from our common ourselves?
Whichever of the aforementioned it was, it happened to me last night.
Around 8 PM, I got a message from a friend of mine who invited me to a party at a fancy night club - Mirano - a place to be where a theme night called 'Folie Burgeois' was about to take place as it does once every month. Usually refusing to go to that kind of places, I decided not to do so that time. Maybe because I really felt like partying or because I had already refused to go out a few days earlier and I did not want to do it again. Probably both. I replied 'YES' and started getting ready while drinking some red wine in order to put myself in the right mood and avoid paying exorbitant prices at the party. The latter turned to be inevitable.
I left home and headed to Mirano that luckily is just about three minutes on foot from my place. At the entrance, I met up with my friends. All fancily dressed up, fragrantly perfumed and trendily combed. Everyone hoping to drink some indecent quantities of alcohol, dance on the tops of the tops of the spinning dance floors and of course - meet potential dates, boyfriends, girlfriends or at least (in some cases - only) candidates for one-night-stands.
I found myself among people with that kind of desires.
We entered ending up in a spacious but still very crowded vestibule of Mirano. Whenever you are inside it is better not to have a jacket or want to pee - the queues to the toilet or the cloakroom seem never-ending. Luckily, I had none of those wishes so I freely walked to the main dance floor - it was even more crowded. The thick air smelled of cigarettes and God knows of what else. A drag queen was dancing on the stage in the middle of the dance floor that was spinning around its axis. There were much more shows later that included - some hot, muscled guys wearing leather, dancing with fire and walking on stilts or hot female dancers hardly dressed up, moving seductively and drawing attention of all the guys around. The techno music was extremely loud and aggressive. As expected the drinks were very expensive. Nevertheless, in my excitement, I turned out to be very generous buying whiskey to some random, freshly met (straight!) guy. Having been drunk enough, I led myself to the main room where I bumped into another friend of mine with whom I crazily took over the dance floor staying there for at least one hour of unstoppable dance.
The place and its ambience had to remind me of similar places in the Kingdom - Theatro in Marrakech or another night club in a fancy and expensive neighborhood of Casablanca. I partied in the latter in the end of May last year. I was drunk and I ended up there with some friends and random people. I would have normally disliked that kind of a disco but that time it was different. Loud techno music, crowds of rich and spoiled Moroccan boys and girls and killing prices did not put me off. I enjoyed myself while dancing, wandering or stumbling over; glass of some drink including vodka in hand.
Pretty much the same atmosphere as casablancoise was last night in Brussels.
I still do not know why I normally hate this kind of places but then it was different e.g. last night. Is it the matter of my attitude? Or maybe it is because of some rare conjunction of the planets of our solar system that made me like things I normally do not enjoy. Then it is only approximately once a year that it happens so I will have to wait until 2010 for another party like this.
I must then hope for more frequent conjunctions. May the solar system help us realize our dreams!
