To Party or Not to party
A short post. Really just a thought.
Apparently, the Black Party was this weekend. For those of you out of the loop, that’s a big.gay.party.
Anyway, one aspect of my job which causes me – well, mostly agony but sometimes – occasional joy is its location. It’s in a heavily-clubbed/barred area, which affords me some fun moments on weekends like this.
Because this was a designated party weekend, I got to walk to work this morning (I work at 7AM so it’s early enough to catch these stragglers) and watch all the partygoers leaving their respective places of worship (and my worship, I don’t mean Jesus; we’re talking Beyonce and so on and so forth). It’s quite an intriguing mix of people.
The weekend’s gay theme notwithstanding, it was still an amazing mix of people, specifically ages. It prompted my own internal monologue on age and clubbing as well as got me pondering just what we go out for and when it stops suiting our needs and purposes (if ever).
So what brings you, gentle reader, out for a night on the town? Is it a weekly event for you? Is it for special occasions like birthdays, or events like the Black Party? Do you opt for the night in at home when given the choice?
I haven’t been to a “club” in about a decade. On the other hand you can find me in a bar just about every Friday after 5, for an hour or two usually. Clubbing stopped serving my purposes, as you say, quite a while back. Having a quiet glass of wine with my friends on the other hand, will always serve my purpose.
You know, I’ve often pondered this question. Clubbing has served a variety of purposes during various times in my life (and I’m only 35). I’ve run the gambit from the inexperienced party-goer who thought “my, everyone is so healthy, they’re all drinking water” to being one of those “health” driven, touchy-feely people with endless amounts of energy. These days you’ll find my partner and I at a club on occasion, just because we NEED, and want, to get out and meet new people. Recently, on a trip to New York, We did just that – went out to blow off some steam nad meet some hot boys. We didn’t care who those boys were, just as long as they were hot. Let me tell you, New York has some HOT boys. And, Yes, I went out this past weekend here in San Diego, which is why my ramblings are making absolutely NO SENSE to anyone other than me. Suffice it to say, for myself, a party is for meeting new people, hearing good music, and dancing your ass off till the wee hours – and praying you don’t have to work the next day. For my fellow club-goers, thanks for the fun times. And, although a contradiction in terms, Party wisely.