soberclubbing
Another thought before I do go...
I went to a club last night for someone's birthday down in the Market (Helsinki)... but since I had tons of work to do this weekend, not to mention the fact that I (because of the bus strike) have to drive everywhere... I went stone cold sober and stayed as such all night. (WOW! I'm being responsible!) Contrast this to last week when I didn't have anything on my plate but relief over sorting out some administrative errors by the department and wanted to celebrate (these celebrations also involving other people's birthdays) and was dancing drunk (a note: some of my friends are fine dancers... it was plenty of fun) at a other places (Heaven and Barrymore's)... well, here were my observations...
Ten (possibly offensive, but true) observations from a night of sober clubbing:
1. This one is obvious... but white people dancing is still, for the most part, hilarious.
2. The hottest girls at a 'fancy' (not that Ottawa gets all that fancy) club are usually the ones serving the alcohol.
3. Black girls are somehow the only people who can pull off a leopard print dress naturally.
4. Where I used to be recognize most of the music playing at clubs... the only one I recognized last night was Katy Perry's "I kissed a girl"... and I haaaaate that bloody tune. God I'm old.
5. The standard appearance for males at clubs is infallibly dull. White button up shirt (usually with some sort of pinstripe or 'discreet' pattern) over a t-shirt and some sort of pants over a slightly built (but with obvious fat that they're hiding round the midsection with loose clothing) frame. It's like going to a frat boy convention. The only men who are dressed differently are either people who can actually dance rather that stand around, or quite obviously gay.
6. Watching guys try to pick up is extremely formulaic. Being on the other side is odd, I can practically give line for line their next moves, whatever method they use... false contempt, feigned hurt at rejection, dogged persistence...
7. Applause for being able to dance in stiletto heels. even if it is just moving your feet about a little bit and bopping from side to side.
8. Clubs need to start hiring people based on how well they know how to mix a martini. The martinis I saw being made were atrocious. (Heaven did not have this problem, the girl knew her shit)
9. A lot of people seem to love the irony of dancing formulaically. They make the same dance moves they were taught in middle-school PE with a look of "this is so dorky but I don't know how to dance any other way and it's fun."
10. Going to a club and being sober is waaaay less fun than doing so and drinking. And going with people who can actually dance. Last week was awesome.
A related note... been reading a bit of Brett Easton Ellis (ten pages a so) a night. It helps me find a balance between order and chaos... and my life has been overwhelmingly ordered of late. School every day, stay there till I get enough work done, go home and get dinner. Rinse and repeat. Currently on American Psycho again... a bit of murder and mayhem (blood pooled around a bit of fur by Geoffrey Beene, splattered over a Burberry raincoat and a shirt by Ascot Chang sort of murder and mayhem) balances it out nicely. But only a ten pages or so... it wouldn't do to overdo the insanity.
Yet...
This is not an exit.
