The X-Men 


Partying used to mean something else. 

So I did go out and shake my thing last nite. Apex is a whole different place - they renovated the inside - moved the main bar - made it all look a good bit classier - tho they didn't make the upstairs part any better, but still, it improved the overall look.

The music was ok - high circuit type - lots of trance, lots of repetitive noise stuff goin on... but some really good high energy music interspersed. I did dance for a while. Ran into people I had not seen in ages (some by accident, some quite on purpose), and gawked at nice looking shirtless guys. I met a few of Cristian's friends which was fun... he knows EVERYBODY. When you walk around the club with him it means you stop every 30 seconds so he can hug someone he hasn't seen in ages and chat a bit and you get introduced and chat a bit and so on and so on.....

But here is the punchline: I had a few beers with a friend before goin out, and then had 2 at the club, I spent the rest of the night after 12:00 a.m. drinking water. So I walk by this crew of shirtless guys and one of them stops me and says hi, does that gaze into the eyes thing, and then says, "So are you partying?" And clueless me, I cock my head to side a little bit like the RCA dog used to do, and say "huh?" Then, it clicks. He means to ask, "Are you high?"

So I say, "No." He says, "Then what is this bottle of water about?" And that's when it occurs to me that he certainly is partying.

For those out there not in the know, "Partying" is a euphemism for taking X, rolling, getting high. He clearly was, because he was Mr. ADHD. He had no sooner asked that question that he was totally distracted by and touching another shirtless guy walking by.... and so I made my escape.

But alas, I could not escape him all night, for he came back. Twice. Well, actually once. The first time I saw him again (and I must break down and admit that his 2% bodyfat behind was kinda cute) was when I happened to walk by and some of the friends I was hangin with were walking with him. I got the attention and then the ADHD again.

But the next time, he cornered me while at the bar with some friends and did that high-on-X-guy thing of trying to touch me everywhere and tell me how wonderful I am (insert break while he is distracted by shirtless friend walking by, then back to Dan) and then tried to kiss me. Finally he says, "I don't get it, you're really stand-offish." DUDE - We are in the club. You are high. I am not even buzzed at this point. get a grip on yourself. I don't even know your name - I am not going to kiss you. Shoooot.

And I watched these scenes take place all over the dance floor - guys in corners pulling stuff out of pockets, inserting into mouth and then they drink water all night. Guys going from stand-offish and kinda numb-looking to being totally touchy-feely all over the dance floor with someone they just barely met. it was a trip. It was hardly a high energy night since people were so high they could hardly function.

It's not a scene I have ever been attracted to. I mean, I love the dance floor and club as an escape from the hard week - a place to gather in reverie with gay (and the occasional lesbian) brothers and sisters to be who we are without any concern... a place to take off your shirt and dance with amazingly beautiful people. Somehow I missed out on the shift of escape through music and dance to escape through chemicals that make repetitive noises sound like music and make you shake your body in odd ways and engage in heavy public displays of affection with people you have just met.

I dated an X-Man a few years back... I didn't really know he drugged a lot until one night over dinner he told me about it and asked me about my drug use. I had to confess that my drugs of choice were caffeine, corona, and Absolut. He was suitably shocked at my naivete. He ended up dumping me about a week later, in Central Park, while he was beginning his roll at a concert in the park... (and that was fine by me cause I had come to dance, and he was in no condition to dance within an hour or two). It really seemed as though he had NO ability to enjoy himself without chemical enhancement. I would hate to find myself in that place. 

Posted: Sat - November 29, 2003 at 10:18 AM          
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