The Frankie Knuckles experience:
Went to the newish club Cielo last night. Totally a last minute thing as I saw Stephen at Halcyon and he mentioned he was taking his Fin friend out to see Frankie Knuckles. I never have a problem with Frankie Knuckles so I went out to meet them.
Cielo's space (look at the Gallery on the site) is nice and warm horizontal pipes of dark and light foam padding on the walls with illumination underneath the white/yellow pipey parts. If the USS Enterprise, circa the first Star Trek movie, had a disco, it might look very much like this. Very warm space, with a small but well laid out dance floor, and a back garden for smoking, with a window that looks in on the floor. Nice crowd, about 85% gay - which is preferable in a dance club (straight men tend to misbehave in club environments). Free coat check!
Anyway, Stephen and I proceeded to get ripped, which was helped by numerous rounds bought by his Finnish pal, and we were well out of our minds by the time Frankie went on at around midnight. The music was great - exactly what I wanted to hear and I was able to get some nice endorphins going, feeling almost like I had taken a pill. I danced my ass off for about four hours -- yes, that's right, I now have no ass and was home by four AM, thoroughly worked out. Nothing like a good four hours or so dancing hard I need more of this exercise, especially since its so much fun.
Despite all this I was at work at 10 AM this is the third Monday in a row that Ive kept these hours -- I think Im getting better at it. Maybe by next month Ill have weaned myself off of sleep entirely.
Went to the newish club Cielo last night. Totally a last minute thing as I saw Stephen at Halcyon and he mentioned he was taking his Fin friend out to see Frankie Knuckles. I never have a problem with Frankie Knuckles so I went out to meet them.
Cielo's space (look at the Gallery on the site) is nice and warm horizontal pipes of dark and light foam padding on the walls with illumination underneath the white/yellow pipey parts. If the USS Enterprise, circa the first Star Trek movie, had a disco, it might look very much like this. Very warm space, with a small but well laid out dance floor, and a back garden for smoking, with a window that looks in on the floor. Nice crowd, about 85% gay - which is preferable in a dance club (straight men tend to misbehave in club environments). Free coat check!
Anyway, Stephen and I proceeded to get ripped, which was helped by numerous rounds bought by his Finnish pal, and we were well out of our minds by the time Frankie went on at around midnight. The music was great - exactly what I wanted to hear and I was able to get some nice endorphins going, feeling almost like I had taken a pill. I danced my ass off for about four hours -- yes, that's right, I now have no ass and was home by four AM, thoroughly worked out. Nothing like a good four hours or so dancing hard I need more of this exercise, especially since its so much fun.
Despite all this I was at work at 10 AM this is the third Monday in a row that Ive kept these hours -- I think Im getting better at it. Maybe by next month Ill have weaned myself off of sleep entirely.
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perhaps in a song?
'how deep is your love'
or
'every little thing {he} does is magic'
or
damnit. there is no song about junk mail or frequent flyer miles. you are so great.
thanks mister. you made my day.
today, a visit to the laminator is in full effect.