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We didn't stay in line for very long. The weather ourside was nice and the people around us weren't annoying. The bouncers acted professionally and there were a few good looking girls in line with us too.. *looks around*
Just before we had our IDs checked, one of the bouncers apprached a group of guys behind us and told them that khaki's were not allowed in the club. girl deftly walked in between the bouncer and I (guess what I was wearing?) while he continued to check the group out (he also pointed out that one of them was also wearing jeans). The group eventually left the line and another bouncer came to check out our IDs. I think the guy's excuse was bullocks. He just didn't want such a large group of guys (there were about seven of them) to enter the club and came up with a excuse not to let them in. Actually, I'm not complaining since most of the people in line were females, and the ratio inside was pretty much in favour for the guys. (Especially around one part of the club, but I'll get to that later.)
After we got in (ten dollar cover for guys, girls free), we went to search for DL and his crew. A quick search through the club revealed nothing (I was just following girl so didn't really have time to look around) and we ended up back at the front. The dance area/bar was pretty much packed with people. The upper bar was still fairly open, and the lower bar with the washrooms was basically empty (and very cool).
We had a dilemma. We still hadn't found DL, and Laz and crew still had to arrive. We had tried calling DL from outside but couldn't get through, and apparently we got a message from DL, but because of the background noise, the message was indecipherable. Apparently anyone who left the bar would have to get back in line, and repay cover (not so bad for the gals, but I didn't want to pay cover again), so girl decided to go out to wait for Laz, Growly and Dangerman, while I would wait inside. At that moment, DL came by our area (down by the washrooms) so I was able to hook up with DL's crew while girl went outside.
DL looked pretty hosed and not so healthy. Something about drinking a lot will probably make you feel unwell, but this boy was one wafer-thin mint from spewing. I stuck with those guys for a while, and came across one platform where this black guy was dancing, wearing only a native american feather head thing and a loin cloth. The platform was surrounded by a mob of women, about six deep, without a male counterpart in sight. All of them had their eyes on the figure bouncing on the platform. (So that's where most of the women were.)
After going back and forth through the club (a chore considering how packed the place was and how so many more people were entering the building) we eventually ended up in the washroom area again which is where we met up with Laz's motley crew. Afterward, the group split into DL's bunch, and my bunch (Laz, Growly, Dangerman, girl and I). After hanging around at the lower bar (which had gotten packed by then) we headed up to search for DL's group, and failing that, hung around at the less packed upper bar (which was still pretty packed).
They had some guy with a video camera walking through the crowd, with a live feed to the various televisions and video projects placed strategically throughout the club. There was also a second video camera that was fixed over a beer booth where a girl was dispensing drinks while showing off her fig.. dancing moves. *stares* Actually, she did that for the entire night, and around the first last call, she must've been getting hot (it was boiling down there!) and started taking off her shirt. *jaw drops*
"She's taking off her top!"
I shouted. Nobody paid attention to me though, so I just enjoyed the (peep) show. Oh, she had a bikini top underneath. Oh well. *wink*
<- continues to watch.
Anyway, While this was going on, Laz, Growly, and Dangerman were drinking their drinks while talking, absorbing the atmosphere, checking out the scene, and so basically were just standing around. The main "reason" for their coming was to see me dance. (Pshaw right!) But there was no way I was going to dance while those three bozos were casually sipping their drinks and standing watching me, so I bided my time.
The DJ's played mostly reggae and hip hop when we first got there, but nearing the end of the night, the music became more dancy and housish. When a hip hop song came up, Growly would perk up his ears, look at me, and ask:
"Hey, you can dance to this song!"
Nuh uh. Read reason above. Once the house started flowing through the speakers (and the alcohol saturated their veins) Growly and Dangerman started bouncing to the beat. Eventually, the three of us were dancing crazy while Laz was the only holdout, doing the cool stance (tm) while the rest of us were madly flailing about. It took girl going outside, and probably some specific song (which one, I don't know) for Laz to finally start bouncing to the beat, although it didn't last all too long. (Ironically enough, girl spent most of the time trying to goad Laz into dancing but wasn't around when he finally let down his hair.)
Before girl left (and before Laz started dancing) I think it was Growly (or was it girl?) started doing some strange foot movements. I asked him what they were doing and he told me it was the "Running Man". Oh! Well, having learnt this in hip hop, I tried to teach it to the group and showed the basic steps (very simple). While this was going on, and I'm surprised nobody warned me, I felt someong grab me by the shoulder and turn me around. The next moment, there was this blond girl dancing on my leg! WTF?
Monday, August 13, 2001 at 07:11:41 (UTC)
You've advanced from hip hop to reggae! Time to find a new class!! 8)
girl