Before heading to the pool last Saturday, I worked up quite a sweat. And no, I didn't tell anyone before slipping into the water.
First of all, I was in a hurry. Second, my sweat is every bit as fabulous as the rest of me and should probably be bottled and sold for an outrageous amount of money. And third, let's be realistic. That pool hadn't been clean for more than twelve seconds after the party started. You know who you are.
Anyway. The reason I'd worked up such a sweat was that I'd been dancing at Selene's new club, Grime & Glue.
I spent a little time contemplating that name. Perhaps there's some deeper meaning to it. Something philosophical about the things that make us dirty and the things that hold us together. Something holistic, inspirational, or even spiritual and I gave it a good thirty seconds of serious thought. Then I decided it just sounded really filthy. My kind of place.
And I wasn't wrong. Grime & Glue is dark, industrial and delightfully grimy. As for the glue, I suspect quite a bit of it has been thrown against the walls at some point, seeinghow enthusiastically everyone was dancing in the middle of the room, trying to stay away from them. Not that I blame them. I've been stuck in some awkward situations before, but usually I at least knew the person's name.
When I arrived, Selene herself was behind the decks, pounding out some seriously hard techno. The sort that doesn't so much invite you to dance as inform your entire body that it no longer has a choice. I also took a moment to inspect my surroundings. Not because I was worried about the crowd, but I was checking the structural integrity of the building.
All that concrete and steel looked solid, which was fortunate, because the bass was doing its best to test the limits of modern engineering. I don't know who built the place, but I hope they calculated for the possibility of Selene deciding to turn things up a little and then turning them up a lot.
Quite a couple of familiar faces had already found their way there, along with some cute new ones. Everyone was moving, the atmosphere was perfect, and it didn't take me long to find some rather interesting company. Which, as you know, is one of the things I appreciate about visiting a new club. New opportunities to make decisions I'll probably have to explain to Tamsyn later.
And wouldn't you know it, things got rather grimy remarkably quickly. I won't go into details. This is a respectable blog, after all.
Well, it has a website address and everything.
But let’s just say that I left Grime & Glue a bit more sticky as when I walked in. Unfortunately, the one responsible for that, seems to have taken the second half of the club's name a little too seriously. He's texted me twenty-four times already. Twenty-four!
Honey, I enjoyed myself too, but that's a bit too much glue for my liking.
So, Selene, congratulations on the club! The music was fantastic, the atmosphere awesome and filthy, and the building appears to have survived its first encounter with me, so I'll definitely be back. Hopefully without anyone getting too attached.
Now, enjoy the photographs, darlings and if you happen to recognise yourself in them, feel free to say hello.
Just once will do.
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