It’s the smell that hits me first, right as I crack the
interior door. That rare mix of
hairspray, spilled drinks and body glitter that one can’t find anywhere
else. Then the music. Some kind of kinetic, driving beat. Metal.
Hip-hop. Some Eurotrash rave
track. Don’t remember. Doesn’t matter. Finally the blacklight hits my retinas. Decorative, glowing wall fixtures. Overwhitened teeth sitting on the corner. Stains on the carpet.
I see my two new friends waving to me from a table near the
central stage. I walk over to them,
replaying in my head, the crazy, and random way I ended up here.
I was on my way home.
