After I turned in the PT Cruiser yesterday, I had an hour to kill so I decided to grab a coffee at the convention center where the annual "Bal en Blanc" was winding down. I could still hear the pounding dance floor(s) beat inside as I watched the party-goers emerge from an all night dance party, likely augmented with favorite pharmaceuticals.
Spouse and I haven't been to a circuit party in a decade, though we did go to an all night club in New York back in 2000. And as I watched the people come out, I saw the "ecstasy gaze" and the "tooth-grinding look", everyone shining from the sheen of sweat that comes from dancing all night. I grinned helplessly at everyone, most younger than I, and felt glad that I hadn't stayed up all night too. I guess those days are behind us. I sure don't miss the week-long recovery.
Circuit party moments I can remember:
* At the Black & Blue party, a man in the middle of the dance floor held a cocktail tray with a dozen different substances for purchase, "Party favors," he cried while snaking through the dancing crowd.
* Witnessing oral sex on the dance floor. Oh and the guy who walked around showing his Prince Albert to everyone.
* The line that worked wonders that one time, "Can I bum a bump off you?"
* At the White Party in Palm Springs, when paramedics came to the hotel to collect an OD victim in a bodybag. (That put a damper on the festivites.)
* The "apex" moment, where the crowd and DJ become one animal, everyone dancing, glowing, the tribal bond inducing communal ecstasy. Of all the nonsense surrounding circuit parties, this is the one genuine payoff. To be a part of that "connected oneness" with other human beings. Though I have little desire to attend another such party, I'm glad to have experienced that.