I found a journal entry from a couple of months ago where I was lamenting about how I didn’t want to go out that Friday night, and instead wanted to stay home. I need- ed a night in, but FOMO sometimes still gets the better of me, even at the old age of 23. In my sorrows, I interrupted my own sentence to say that I got over it, I feel better, because I bought clubbing tickets for the following evening.
It was right then, and there I realized the balance of knowing when to sacrifice a night of dancing and flashing lights, and when to get excited again about the aspect of getting ready. Because sometimes, all you need out of a great night out is just to put on a good outfit.
I truly believe that I have religious experiences on the dance floor. I feel connected to everyone in the room, drunk and drugged out of their minds, and a feeling of peace washes over me. As a very chatty, talkative person, sometimes I feel the most connected to people in silence. Being able to be free, all having fun together.
Of course, living in New York, there are some amazing clubs out there. But, with the good comes the bad, and boy, some clubs are just terrible. And I mean truly terrible. The qualifications for a good club follow very simple rules: are people dancing, is the music good, and are the vibes up? If you have to only hit 2/3, I would let go of the music first. And honestly, I won’t be happy about it, but I refuse to sacrifice vibes and dancing.
My personal favorite club that I tell everyone to go to is Knockdown Center -- if you haven’t been, it’s a big warehouse with a couple of different rooms in Bushwick. I also really enjoy Nowa- days, The Stranger, Carousel, and probably wherever I end up going this Friday night. And I will tell you that I think possibly my least favorite club in all of New York is Marquee; truly so boring.
But truthfully, I also really love chilling in my bed. I feel like in the city that never sleeps, it can be difficult to find a balance -- most people I know are kind of one or the other. But true to form, as someone who cannot stop thinking and changing, I suppose I just enjoy it all. Except Marquee, never Marquee.
