Clubbing Experience

So yesterday night was the very first time in my life i entered a club and participated in the clubbing experience. I know majority of people my age or older have already gone clubbing, but it doesnt matter to me. I had already expected myself beforehand to not enjoy clubbing, but the reasons i went were firstly, for social reasons since my friend wanted to celebrate her birthday by clubbing (weird but thats her choice), and secondly, for the firsthand experience of clubbing.
the trip started off badly with my phone running out of battery on the way, and i had to switch phones with Joel who was also out. i was lucky for that matter. but got me delayed some time.

The place is Butter Factory. a newly opened nightclub, and highly popular. whats more, its ladies night. arriving at around 10.30, the queue startled me at first sight. there were at least 200 people queueing outside, split into 3 queues stretching all the way back. one was the VIP line, which of course cleared fast and not much ppl in that line anyway. then theres the Ladies night line, where all the girls go to, which took quite long to clear too. but the worst was the cover charge line, where the guys have to wait in and takes forever to clear. cause each guy has to settle payment and maybe identification. it took me an exasperating 1 and a half hours standing outside before i finally got into the club. a long and tiring wait, all hot and smoky outside (yes all the smokers were there), legs ached after it all and our patience ran out long before it was over. And at the end of the queue, i had to part with $28 for this experience...

i was really unprepared for the ghastly long queue and the time it takes. i did not bring any entertainment, so the only sources were an occasional sms, and the rest of the time studying the crowd.
Not that i was ever interested, but contary to what the girls were saying that there are many hot guys there, i saw hardly any. almost none. there were however, plenty of attractive females. you see stunningly beautiful ones, those dressed to kill, those with knock-out figures, and also those who overdo things and end up on the negative side. still, this is the place where there is a biggest collection of chio bu, by percentage and in substantial amounts. top-grade ones could be found too.
as mentioned, there were lots of smokers outside. some standing in line and smoking, some at the steps. but i noticed some of the smokers were actually very pretty girls. and i say to myself, what a waste of their life, and what a waste of the attractiveness that God has bestowed them. If only they could transfer it to others who would appreciate it much more, and use it wisely.

Inside the club, the environment was certainly not welcoming nor desirable to me. Music blasting at deafening volumes, you would have to place your mouth beside someone's ear and shout into it before you could be heard. the beats could literally be felt, causing irregular contractions of the heart. the whole place was packed like sardines, becoming very stuffy. as a result, together with alcohol intoxication and dancing, the people were all sweaty and stinking up the place, which was btw, stuffy. sounds bad enough? also, the floor was filthy from spilled beverages, and countless feet trampled it and spread it around, turning it into black liquid all over the floor. the room is all dark, but occasionally a concentrated light beam would flash across, and could well spoil the eyes. outside in the toilets, there is long queue too. you'd see sinks full of vomit, choked, toilet bowls choked too. and of course it stinks.

what the people do there, is basically drink and dance. free flow of drinks until 1am (that leaves not much time for me) in which one would have to stand in long queue again to get a drink. and dancing, just in the open floor but packed with the whole crowd. theres hardly and space to move; you'd be hitting someone in whichever direction. its all about random moves however you like.

From what i see, clubbing solely serves to provide escapism. loud music, alcohol, reckless moving, all works together to drown out all the mind and senses and create a false sense of utopia. And what does this tell about the customer profile? They are probably troubled youths seeking a temporary escape from their life and strife. peel off that cheerful, fun, partying exterior, and most of the time it would reveal a deep insecurity and uncontentment.
Im not stereotyping them all, but to many of those who have clubbing as their hobby. i do feel sad for these people. but no can do. as for me, this activity is certainly not my type, and this experience was indeed an eye-opener for me.