Nightclubs have always been a place where people let go. People don't want to go to these places to talk, they want to let loose and have fun. After going out to one of the major nightclubs, and not being drunk enough to have a good time, I thought I would step back and have a look at what everyone else was doing. It's a rumour that you can have fun without being drunk, a false rumour. When everyone else around you is intoxicated then you need to be more loose than usual, and for people like me without alcohol I find this almost impossible.
When you actually step back and have a look at what everyone is wearing, you realise that as unique as they are trying to be, they all look the same. It can be like looking into a see of checked shirts and t-shirts with huge corporate logos strung across the middle like the people who wear them have been paid to advertise one of the supposed 'top' brands. If you actually think about it, all people want to do is fit in. Not many people want to stand out and would happily conform to how society expects them. As anti-social as this sounds, and probably not very revolutionary, being sober emphasises this culture and this way of thinking really interests me. Most people probably don't even realise that they are thinking in this way.
In the club you start to realise that you can only stay on the moist dance floor for a certain amount of time. The sweat and heat starts to get to the point where you have just have to leave to the nice fresh smoky air outside. You are surrounded by drunken people, mostly men, swaying around and knocking into you. Inevitably this causes fights to break out and a select few being escorted from the club. Midnight hits and everyone is now worse than before. Three hours are left and the bars are getting busier as people start to fear there might be a chance of them coming round from their drunken state.
As I walk around now I look to avoid eye contact, just so I don't get the 'What are you looking at' from some yob trying to act like the hardest guy in the club. After a while that trait is exasperated with even more alcohol. People walk around making sure everyone else moves out the way for them. The simple pathetic nature of this actually brings out the point that on the outside they are probably the lowest of low. Going to nightclubs and on night outs simply to have an ego trip is desperate.
As I get bored of dancing I go and stand around the entrance where I bump into my friend who is texting his ex-girlfriend how much he loves her. Alcohol brings out the emotion in people and prevents them from thinking rationally. A drunk man's words are an honest man's thoughts they say. This is the second 'relationship' incident I had seen after seeing my other friend have a domestic on the dance floor with his girlfriend. I wasn't sure what they were arguing about but him trying to 'get on' everything with a pulse probably didn't help. They didn't see each other again for the rest of the night and I'm still none the wiser this morning to how it ended. Shocking as it may seem when I was leaving in the taxi later on another one of my friends girlfriends was seen going down an ally with someone else. Love, pleasure and violence are what these places harbour. They are made to please the majority trying to provide something for everyone. People think that in these places their actions don't have consequences. If only that were true.
As I was stood at the entrance making notes, like the pathetic looser I would be considered as, a girl bumps into me and spills her drink all over my iPhone. Luckily it all comes off and she refuses to notice that the situation even happens. A few minutes later another girl stood next to me stumbles over into a cardboard cut-out, charming. It's also at this point I realise that the girl for me probably isn't going to be at one of these places.
As I walk back in there is a guy dancing with what can only be described as a champagne bucket full of vodka and energy drink (yes the drink is called energy drink, it's cheap) on his head is swiftly kicked out by the bouncers. The manager stands around judging everyone in there. Everyone is allowed to have fun of course but only to an extent. When he feels they have gone too far, he radios his squad to take them away like the scum they are. It is ironic how they encourage people to get into this state and when they get there they choose to disown them, shoving all responsibility on to the public and the police.
As the night gets to an end everyone starts to leave. One person is being carried out by two of his friends. People are queuing up to get their jackets from the cloak room to avoid the coldness of the snow, being Christmas. As I leave and hop in the taxi with a few other people going my way, we decide to take a detour through Mcdonalds drive through to get something to eat. It was a good idea because we managed to get out fast by making our order on the phone before we got there.
The nightclub owners, after everyone has left, are now set with the task and cleaning up making sure everything is perfect for the next busy night. Their responsibility is over once everyone has left. The drunken states of people collapsing on the streets looking for taxis home is now the plebs own problem. What right do they have after being expected to drink that much that someone else should have to look after them. The worst bit is the people who think they had the best time are always the ones that don't remember it. I'm sure they'll be back next week for more merry banter. As for me I'm sure I will go back there again. I will just have to make sure I'm fucked enough to cope.