Once inside, it was business time. We needed to find the bathrooms in order to respond to nature’s call and dismantle the Con-cock-tions to have access to our drugs, find one of the many bars to buy bottled water, find some seats to “pop our nuggets” and ready ourselves for the groove. We managed to find the bathroom pretty quickly and once the pills were safely tucked away in our pockets, we bought some water at $5 a bottle and headed to some seats nearby. It was time to pop. We each had the same amount of pills, a perfect formula we had devised through our many groove experiences, 2 speeds and 1 ecstasy. We would begin with the first speed to get us going, then the ecstasy around 3 or 4 in the morning and the last speed around 5 or 6. I was ready to groove from the moment we got there since part of my groove ritual was to drink a Monster energy drink on the way there. While my friends were sitting down after having consumed our first speed, I was dancing already.
It was time to do our usual survey of the dance floor. Lining up one after the other, we plunged into growing crowd. Despite the tediousness of having to clear a path through the dense mass, I always appreciated these walks. I loved seeing the different people dancing, their reactions to the beats and the mixes, the intensity in their eyes, their bodies in rhythmic ecstatic movement. The very center of the dance floor was thick with hundreds of men, most shirtless, grinding to the rhythm with unrelenting abandonnement.
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