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13 The King and I I Have Dreamed VintageMusic es

It was a rather quiet night when it all started, 8 PM. There were three dance floors filled with trance music, and all three of them were hardly occupied. Tao and I were having second thoughts about staying although it was it early in the night. The other club down the street was probably going to be filled with hungry, horny motherfuckers later at 10...and we were thinking about joining them. But, if the tale of the rabbit and the turtle had any truth in it, the turtle definitely pulled through in this case.

At 10 PM, the whole place was filled with a bunch of e-tards and drunkies, dancing vividly to the tantalizing beat of the music. All the electronic noises that were coming from the huge speakers transformed the once half-open room into a massive jungle of hot bodies. People were beginning to get used to the playground, and one by one everyone started dancing the night away. Untz! Untz! Untz!

I had a few drinks before I went in, but it went away quickly. I refreshed myself at the bar with an energy drink, a few beers, and a few shots of liquor. Hennessy and Popov, I hate your ugly asses. For a good while, those drinks were doing me a good favor of loosening me up...and then boom! It hit. I was rollin' like a motherfucker, and shit just got real.

The dance floor was packed with plenty of people, and it was nice to be roaming through as I got my dance on. Some of the noteworthy in attendance were the Lovely Lee Ladies, LeeRoy, Chuck, ShortBus Crew, some dudes from the 209, Jon, Ben and Co., the Porterville crew, and Charkoal. We all pulled out the big guns and danced (or shuffle/rave rather) like there was no tomorrow. Everyone had their own little dance circle and I hopped from one to the next, finding my groove and pace. Once I found my rhythm, I felt...euphoric. Complete. Every move I made fell in with the beat, where I was shuffling, raving, gliding, poppin' n' lockin', jerking, or dougy'ing. Yes...to the wrong music! There was interesting variety in my step.

There were familiar faces that I saw, and I acknowledged most of who I knew. And, of course...I saw someone that couldn't stand to be in my presence as I walked by. *No names. He didn't kill my night, but I was weary of my surroundings, paying attention to who was around me just in case hell broke loose. I was expecting to get sucker punched or shoved in the shoulders, but none of it came and soon he disappeared. I suppose I must have ruined his night...go figure.

The last hour and a half was amazing. The vibe was great, and everyone was dancing. I had stamina for days, and I couldn't stop moving. Considering I was up at 6 AM in the morning to work out at the gym, I should have been depleted of all my energy especially after I paid a visit to the Hmong International New Years. Every time the beat dropped, there was an influx of people shuffling or fist pumping. If there's one thing I love about raves, people are better at sharing their love and appreciation for the music...and people are less standoff'ish. Untz! Untz! Untz!