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It was funny walking to the door of a brand new club, seeing the same old bouncers, and having them usher us in w/out a glance at our identification. You don't need to see our identification. I stifled the urge to make a slight wave of my hand. Machine is a pretty interesting venue. There's a nice sized dance floor (ribbed for your pleasure), a raised stage area, plenty of bars with very potent drinks. Very. I feel the need to emphasize this. The pool area is also very nice, in it's own room with several scarlet clad tables, each with its own old brown drink stain on it. The cue's are plentiful, the company pleasant, and the walls are transparent. You can see and be seen, watching people dance to one song while you listen to another. It makes for some comic moments.
There's a point in the evening when I'm staring at the reflections of the dancers in the window, their bodies transparent, legs tapering off into nothing. Ghosts dancing in the glass. It's a surprising evocative image. When you turn around to see them, they tower over you larger than life and very present. The club itself stretched out wide, long empty corridors, bathroom stalls with strict warning burned into the doors. Smiles and happy conversations were exchanged. Bodies twisted and spun. The night collapsed into a single point, passed through it, and spat me out the other side. Falling onto the floor, an immense over sized bottle of water in my hand, not a drop spilt. Time again, to leave the bright lights and sail through the night. Time to sink into sleep and hang on with strong fingers the memories of another exhilarating night.
There's a point in the evening when I'm staring at the reflections of the dancers in the window, their bodies transparent, legs tapering off into nothing. Ghosts dancing in the glass. It's a surprising evocative image. When you turn around to see them, they tower over you larger than life and very present. The club itself stretched out wide, long empty corridors, bathroom stalls with strict warning burned into the doors. Smiles and happy conversations were exchanged. Bodies twisted and spun. The night collapsed into a single point, passed through it, and spat me out the other side. Falling onto the floor, an immense over sized bottle of water in my hand, not a drop spilt. Time again, to leave the bright lights and sail through the night. Time to sink into sleep and hang on with strong fingers the memories of another exhilarating night.
