Party Mantra #1 – Relax! Everyone’s just here to have a good time!

She winces and sighs at the sight of all the remaining paperwork that seems to have staked a claim as a sizable army on half of her desk. She grabs hold of her coffee mug, lifts it to her lips, but all that greets her is faint scent of this morning’s rigor. As the hazelnut makes its way through her olfactory senses, a furrow seems to activate between her brows. She feels too tired to walk through the pandemonium of her work place to fill her mug and, instead, opts to just “wing it” on nerves alone for the rest of her shift. She sighs again as she plops onto her leather chair that greets her with a slight creak, and her fingertips begin clattering unceremoniously on the keyboard in front of her that seem to mix with the humming ambience of the voices beyond the doors of her closed office. The sounds of the cubicle jungle seem to crescendo annoyingly until… A familiar yet soothing tone dismantles the audible tension. It’s her tone for an incoming text message. She checks her phone, and a smile finally reaches her face as she reads, “…we’re going clubbing tonight,” and her fingertips start to move at a furious pace to respond with great enthusiasm.

Take a break. The weekend is here (or for some of you party enthusiast, the night is here). Ease up on today’s “grinding while you’re tired” and reward yourself with a form of debauchery at a place where bar meets lounge meets beats meets lights meets innovation to a word that just about envelopes all of it: nightclubs. There you can reserve a table and shot call for a more enjoyable purpose, like what bottles to order, and lounge at your leisure while people on the premise of wanting to have a good time surround you. Or you can knockback a few quick rounds and hit the dance floor hard and fast with the intention of leaving all the previous days’ nonsense behind. Or you can post up against a wall or column with drink in hand and soak in all the sights, sounds, scents, and vibrations that will inevitably pervade all your senses. Or roll completely sober and confident in posture and movement on the dance floor and approach the opposite sex fearless of rejection or awkwardness, fully equipped with an intoxicating smile, hypnotizing dance moves, and an innate tact on reading and interpretation of body language alone. To some, the nightclub dance floor is the modern day proverbial primal hunting grounds for a possible mate, while to others it’s just a place to get their groove on and release some stress. What ever the nightclub means to you, remind yourself that it was built for entertainment with the intention of rocking all your senses separately or in unison. So go out there and get your party on.

Inside the nightclub her eyes are stimulated and satiated with a literal kaleidoscope of hues and saturations from lights fit for a feast beyond just the eye candy of people dressed to impressed. She lifts her caramel apple martini glass to her lips, and the sweet scent causes her eyebrows to rise slightly after a tasty sip. She catches a glimpse her girlfriends at the other end of the bar, and she is more than willing to waft through the crowd clad in the hot outfit that earlier screamed to her in her closet, “take me clubbing with you!” As she meanders around bodies gripped by the beats and engaged between one another, she soon finds herself moved at the pace and fluidity of the music playing as well. She reaches her girls and soon a graceful “clink” between shot glasses signifying paradise exists here too. She chases the shot with the rest of her caramel apple martini and her girlfriends, and she link hands and make their way through to the heart of the dance floor. En route, the girls catch faint scents of perfume and cologne from each person they pass by while the dancing lights egg them forward, and as they draw nearer to the center of the action, the bass from the subwoofers begins to dominate the rest of the senses. Before you know it, the girls find themselves gripped with an undeniable beat as it seems to promote movement like natural reflex to move this way and that. The disc jockey sneaks in an intro of a new song into the ending of the current song, and girls scream in unison at the recognition of a familiar hit and smiles erupt all around with a stamp of approval of “this is my jam” across their lit faces. It’s here and now when she meets “him” for the first time. Mid song his movements create an illusion that he’s teleporting closer between beats with a swag and conviction that she’s his destination. He arrives and their bodies collide in synchronization of the deep bass from yet another familiar jam involving whispers. Soon, both their fingertips move at a furious pace from shoulder to arm to waistline to cell phone pads with great enthusiasm.

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