Wednesday, January 30, 2019

Living for that Moment


My hair was somewhat tousled, and I had to make sure my jeans and shirt were a perfect fit. I put on some perfume which I knew would evaporate as soon as I stepped into the club. I waited outside for my friends, and once I met up with them, we talked about how wasted we were going to be before the night ended.

We drank a couple of shots before going in. Liquid courage. And also because the alcohol that was sold in the club was too expensive.

After having our ID's checked, we walk through the double doors to a dark, somewhat lit room throbbing with loud, ear-pounding music, and cramped with people jumping to the beat of the music. The room was very warm, and within minutes I felt a bead of sweat trace itself down down my neck. I smirk at the crowd, knowing that in a moment the many-headed creature will swallow me in and transform me into just another one of its heads bopping in unison to one song.


Sometimes the ability to dance comes naturally to me. Most of the time it doesn't. In those moments, I stand in the middle of the dance floor with a drink in my hand, while being pushed around by people I've never met. I will hesitantly mimic the tapping of my foot of the group standing beside me. Or the stiff swaying of the captivating dancer on stage. Sometimes (when I'm completely wasted), I let go and dance like a wild person, eyes closed, and me imagining that I'm in an empty room, all except for me and the beat.
And then there is a magical moment, when, exhausted and drunk, I look up and stare at the ceiling and feel that all is right with my life. It has nothing to do with thinking, it's just a feeling that I feel in my heart. And this feeling rises and mingles like smoke with the people and music through the unplanned, wild dance that the entire crowd was in.
And I remember wishing that the moment could last forever, and I could feel like the entire world will stand still for this one perfect moment. Except that in reality, the next morning will always come, and always, always I will have to part ways with these strangers who made me feel like my life was perfect for a moment.

15 comments:

  1. Appreciating the moment is so important.

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  2. Thank you for sharing this moment with us. Most enjoyable read.

    Yvonne.

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  3. I remember those days. I don't miss them as much as I thought I would, and I really don't miss needing a drink to dance. Just give me something with a good beat!

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  4. Hi, Gina!

    From my teens to my early 40s the experience you described was almost a nightly event in my life. I often had a few drinks at home to save money and get primed for a night of clubbing. I remember that feeling you described, of being in my element, with my kind of people, lost in the crowd, part of the atmosphere, swept away by the beat of the loud music and free to get crazy for a while. "There's got to be a morning after," as the song reminds us, and those years of hard partying started to take their toll. I walked away from that scene in 1992 and never looked back.

    Thank you very much for your visit to Shady's Place, dear Gina. Have a safe and happy weekend!

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  5. Hi Gina - for someone rhythmically challenged the thought horrifies me - and I will never live for that moment - sadly! I envy you ... but am so glad those moments will happen for you - cheers Hilary

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  6. You captured a carefree feeling well. Poo on the next morning--it always ruins things after a night of partying. ;-)

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  7. You did a super job describing the experience. I wonder if that perfect moment... that memorable feeling... is caused more by the alcohol and heady feeling of being part of a crowd, or if it's the sheer joy of losing yourself in the music and dancing as though no one is watching. I haven't done any partying for a LOT of years, but I can still lose myself in music, and it's verrry easy to dance as though no one's watching when you're alone. :)

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  8. And that magical moment is what we all wait for. Glad you found it.

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  9. I've never experienced anything like this, but you brought it to life so well. Glad you got to enjoy such a perfect moment, even if it was fleeting!

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  10. This was very poetic. I think you captured that moment well.

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  11. Yeah, I'm not much for the club scene. That being said, there are different venues that would probably work pretty well for the backdrop of many a story:)

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  12. I used to dance with one hand holding the table. The table gave me courage. :)

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  13. You bring to mind a scene from my past. I was president of art club, and I'd been tasked with hosting one of the unpopular after-school dances. With the help of my vice president, we got the decorations up and the DJ settled into place. No one had arrived yet, so I threw myself into the abandon of the beat. At one point, I made eye contact with my vice and she said, "I wish I was where you are right now. It looks like a lot of fun."

    Good for you for remembering to cherish those moments when you forget your worries and set yourself free!

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  14. I don't think I've had very many of those moments. I hope we both have more of them!

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