As I get older, I'm starting to realize that its not so much the event in which we are partaking in that makes us express our gratitude for the experience or utter contempt for having even wasted our time. Rather, it's the people in which you find yourself with that makes the situation stellar. It's funny that with time, you begin to grow into this skin that you know you've always been in, but finally getting use to wearing. It's like as the days go on, the years pass by, you're comfortable and all the discomfort and perhaps uncertainty that once existed is almost facetious to you. Having never really thought too much into this notion -- last night I felt this comfort and it was fantastic.
I've made this core group of friends that, as any true friend should, accept what it is that I have to offer. There's no sacrificing thoughts or feelings or view points with them. There's not conceding to any idea, suggestion or notion. It's merely compromise, support, concern and appreciation for the friendship. Last night, four of us finally went dancing after speaking of it for nearly a year and many half-hearted attempts. The dynamic of the group makes our outings -- memorable. It's difficult to be with these three other individuals and not always find ourselves in a constant state of laughter. You know the side splitting, catch your breath, make people turn and wonder what the fuck we are all on kind of laughter. Among us, there's an understanding. It's almost like everything just gets thrown out the window when the four of us hang out. We just get it. We take it and go with it with no inhibitions. We just dance, drink and laugh. A lot. There may also be some high 40 attempts sprinkled in among all that.
For me, last night was and remains one of those evenings that I'll look back on and be immediately transplanted at the thought of losing myself in this desolate part of Brooklyn amidst a crowd of young folk just letting loose and vibing with the energy of the club's music. I've found that many times, myself included, people will equate a certain situation or event to something else as a means of understanding and perhaps justifying that moment. They'll say "oh this is like..." or "this reminds of..." rather than "This just is." Last night, was just awesome. Sure it reminded me of this insane club in Barcelona with the loud, bass pumping music and high energy crowd dancing without concern, but that memory was an after thought. Never did it surface whilst in the moment. It was about being present and enjoying being able to just be among friends. You know those moments that people have where its, I suppose, an enlightenment or clarity rather. Where all of a sudden your world seems to stop or slow down just enough for you to realize that in that moment you're living. That all your worries, fears, uncertainties. inhibitions, regrets just vanish and you're free. I wish I could say that I could live a carefree life all the time and live in this kind of euphoric state, but the truth is could a constant state of "euphoria" really ever be considered euphoric if it in deed is constant? I mean, isn't it the idea that the struggles and those hinderances make revelations, enlightenments and the idea of reaching nirvana all the more worthwhile? I guess what I'm saying is our apprehensions make us appreciate moments like last night more. I suppose the argument there is a constant state of awareness and euphoria will make you appreciate every moment just the same.
So immersed in the blue and red strobe lights, surrounded by 3.5 foot speakers expelling these addictive beats that'd make even the most unlikely of dancers casually nudge their shoulders -- the four of us danced until the early hours of the morning. Lets face it, the reality of capturing last night in a blog entry would never convey it as anything more than just a regular 20-something year old's night out in what appeared to be a warehouse on the edge of Brooklyn. To that I say ... it's a shame you weren't there.
