You Can’t Find Me in the Club

July 27, 2010 at 7:48 am | Posted in Friends Then and Now, Life and Living | 2 Comments
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clubbing in college

Last night I went to see the Smashing Pumpkins in concert at Terminal 5 in New York City. For those of you from the NYC area that may be out of the loop on recent concert venues, Terminal 5 used to be Club Exit way back when.  Club Exit was one of the hottest clubs when I was young and I could be found there often.

If somebody told me ten years ago that one day I’d be going to see an alternative rock show at a techno dance club I used to go to, I would have said “huh?”

I’ve been a fan of bands like Smashing Pumpkins for years, but there was a large portion of my young social life where I dabbled in techno, which went nicely with my evening gallivanting.  When you grow up right outside of New York City, it’s almost a crime in my opinion not to take advantage of the nightlife. It’s basically a rite of passage to go to one of the city clubs after prom in my town.

But I wasn’t one of those really hardcore people, though I had a few friends that were. At the time, there were some decent suburban clubs where I could be found almost every weekend.  I liked going to these clubs because I knew a large portion of the people that went who, since they weren’t from my high school or from my town, I didn’t see often. I would roll up with my group of girls and sometimes the guys, and get to a specific corner of the bar where I knew the rest of my crew would be waiting. I’d get my first drink, lap around the bar and say hi to all of my friends that I came across, then I’d make my way back to the bar for the next drink, and so on until my girls and I were ready to dance. And so was the clubbing days of yore.  It was a really fun time.

What was it about the clubs that I loved?  There was something about the atmosphere, the music, and the clothes that drew me in.  It was a real escape from the boring day to day. At the clubs, you could be who you wanted to be. You could be sexy. You could let loose. The vibe was just right.

Other than one random stint when I was 24, I haven’t been to a club since I was 21.  I remember one of the last times I went and how I suddenly felt out of place.  It was a strange awakening – the end of an era.

It took some time to come to terms with having outgrown it, particularly since some of my friends didn’t outgrow it. The years that I spent my weekends at the clubs will always be some of my fondest memories.

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