It was a quiet start at 12am. Were clubs this empty at this hour? Apparently, it was quiet night – said a friend. However as the AM pass, the club filled. So much for a quiet night.
Tried going into the Shh Room because someone told me it was the toilet. Stopped by the bouncers. What is that room anyway?…
As the night goes on, so did our inhibitions. Though, I am not a dancer. My memories were clear in regards to where my butt is -planted on the sofa, as I watch my friends dance the night away. My last clear memory was of me shoving a piece of tissue to the face of a crying woman.
Somehow, safely, reached back into my hotel room. Slept on the floor.
It was great.