Late Arrival, Right Timing
I've been moving at a speed that would concern most people with functioning circadian rhythms, so when I tell you I'll be somewhere at midnight, add two hours and lower your expectations accordingly.
Saturday I made it to Tra$her at the Cabaret Pink Flamingo later than planned. Which is to say, later than I told myself I'd arrive, which was already later than socially acceptable.
The thing about Tra$her events is they understand that some of us operate on a timeline that has nothing to do with what the invitation says. By the time I walked in, the crowd had thinned to the truly committed. The people still there weren't the ones who showed up on time. They were the ones who couldn't leave.
DJ Jenna was deep into her set, and the handful of people on the floor were dancing like they'd earned it. No performance. Just presence. The energy was low-key in the way that late nights get when everyone who needs to prove something has already gone home.
I took photos, because that's what I do when I arrive somewhere and immediately feel like I should have been there three hours earlier. Everyone you see here was keeping the night going when most people were already in bed pretending tomorrow won't hurt.
It was exactly the Saturday I needed, even if it took me half the night to get there.
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