Smooth Dancer

The return of the Pol Mags and another ride in the nightlife of Karlstad. The night couldn't begin better with my iPod thumping out songs like Down in the Dark, Wild Side and Alexander the Great on the way over. Great fun to meet old friends I haven't seen for a while as well a chance to forget the stressful surroundings at the moment. 8 people gathered, 7 of them Pol Mags and one Economist and who didn't go out with us. So 7 people we were, the lucky number. Riders of high intellectual skills and promises of a new elite taking shape so we end up in the nightclub with 23 as the lowest age (except the usual "exceptions")... and we somehow end up at a stag and hen party... I think at least, no one of us know. We end up at a table and watches the decay around us. WTF?

There is a bride running around the place, some guy without pants, another with the sleeves of his shirt gone and one of our neighbors getting a lap-dance by a fully dressed..."girl" while another "girl" walked around a group of suited men. And this is around 11 P.M., thank god that a lot of other people showed up and took the dance floor so that this disappeared in the crowed or all together disappeared away from the site. This was just a big WTF moment.

At least we all came to the realization that... we are old. Nightclubs doesn't feel that interesting anymore or it at least sounded like that on the others, I never really appreciated them. Still don't, it's just obnoxious loud music which 95 % of the time I never heard before and scuffling around with sweaty pushing people. Really, what is the point? The closest answer I have would be that it's the hunting ground for a casual relationship that then could evolve into a serious one... it's just that I suck at it and actually believe that there is no way I would find the right person at the dance floor. Mostly due to me being a very bad dancer when it comes to these kind of dance floor.

At least it was fun to see the old gang and be out with them again. Wonder when next time will be?