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2002-12-08 06:25:00 (UTC)

About Last Night

Nightfall. And we, the children of the night, rose to
welcome the new day as the rest of the world prepared for
bedtime. The skies were illuminated by the lights coming
from below; the beats of hip-hop subtly emanating from the
lights; the aroma of musk colognes and sexy perfumes
filling the air with a sort of fetish-inducing chemistry.
No other time boasted of realism... where young people
could shed their inhibitions and be themselves. Saturday
night

It is time when I can forget myself - who I am - and
indulge in the finer things of life. It is a time to forget
work, to forget school, to temporarily forget
responsibilities and thus relieve us of pressures and
stress.

It is a time when places like the Fort, Rockwell, Eastwood,
Libis, and Malate explode with foam-parties like there's no
tomorrow. It is a time when kids as young as twelve could
play and party with men as old as congressmen.

I arrived early at the club... waiting for my friends. I
decided to come early so I could have more beer than the
usual. Or perhaps I wanted to acquaint myself with the dark
environment where my buddies and I would be making our
killer moves... and hoping that it would be more than mere
girl-watching.

The place was running rather slowly. Metallic percussion-
like beats were filling the air, which did justice to the
old gothic
anthems of Siouxsie and the Banshees. I started with a
couple of bottles of Super Dry before I realized that the
music was progressing to higher planes of trance and hard
house rhythms. The crowd was getting wilder under the
glittering strobes of lightning-like flashes. Sexy twirls
of little black dresses crowned the more shapely and
younger females of the ledge. Their every move aroused the
music even further into more violent tribal tunes,
revealing further the smooth legs, hips and bare-backs
which decorated the dance floor. God, it feels good to be
single. (lol)

I was getting intoxicated, not by the beer, but with my own
hormones and adrenaline. I took a gulp from what seemed to
be my 5th bottle. Then I saw her. - an angelic figure with
a devilish gaze. Even amidst the abundance of seductive
kittens, she glided outstandingly towards the other end of
the room while staring at me.

I gaped. I could have sworn that the music suddenly went
into slow motion when I saw her pass by. But I was suddenly
taken back to reality when I lost sight of her as a result
of the roaming mob.

Alone, sitting in a small table with his empty beer
bottles, I lit a cigarette. I rarely smoke but this time I
did. Besides, I was kind of hoping it would help me recover
from such an immaculate apparition. But when the fire on my
lighter went off, I was surprised to see the angelic figure
standing right in front of me, wearing an extremely dark
and revealing dress that accentuated her pale complexion.

She just stood there magnificently staring down at me
staring up at her. Her hips were barely swaying with the
music, just barely... almost not at all unless you take a
closer look. Without a word, she sat beside, drank from my
bottle, took my hand, and stood up to take me towards the
dance floor. I was taken almost hypnotically as we glided
slowly and almost graciously in between the narrow spaces
of the crowd.

The music engulfed us both to the fury of its enslaving
command. We danced... slowly at first until it was almost
impossible to go on. But this girl showed no sign of
exhaustion from the jungle-like beats of modern drums. I
didn’t want to show that I was weak. So I went on dancing
until my heartbeat went faster than the beat of the music.

Coupled by the hypnotic lights in sync with the techno
sounds, and with
the considerable amount of liquor I had consumed, I think I
lost it there for a while. The next thing I knew, she was
gone. That glamorous thing of beauty - gone. And so was
I... straight home on a cab.

That was just about as close as I could possibly get to a
stranger. And not a word was uttered. For it was never
really necessary. But the point was that I never would have
met a stranger had I been with my friends. All it took was
being alone in order not to be alone.





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