It gets real when things start glowing |
What the heck is quiet clubbing you
ask? It’s super cool. You show up at a venue that has
plenty of dancing room, event locations are on the Quiet Events website. Check
it out. You’re issued a pair of headphones that light up different
colors and you’re instructed how to use them. There are 3 different
DJ’s spinning from different music genres. For example, if you like
to dance to hip hop you would turn it to DJ #1 and your head phones would light
up and stay red. DJ #2 will bring the oldies back and light up blue,
and DJ #3 will play today’s pop tunes and light up green. So you’ll
be dancing and grooving to some hip hop music and then all of a sudden some
profane and slutty song comes on and instead of leaving the room, or dancing
your way through it with a grudge on your face you can just change the channel
on your headphones and switch to DJ #3 so you can groove to some Britney Spears
or better yet SPICE GIRLS! You can see who everyone else is
listening to and go dance with strangers that have your same DJ light on OR you
can stay with your circle of friends and dance together to different DJ’s at
the same time. Do you have a question you need to ask your friend
and you suck at lip-reading? Then just take your headphones off and
ask them, the room is quiet and you don’t have music blasting in your ears as
your trying to talk to or hit on someone. It’s a quite clever idea,
that proved to be oddly fun. There was only one guy in the club who
stood in the middle of the crowd who didn’t have headphones. I don’t
know what he was thinking. As for me and my crew, we tore it up and
were soooo sweaty and hot afterwards. When we emerged from the club
and had the rush of cool air hit us, we knew what was next on the nights
itinerary. McDonalds for some SOFT SERVE!
The Gals |
The Belarusians |
I hate Time Square. I
hate trying to walk through it and being packed in like sardines and shuffling
your way street to street. But that’s where the 24 hour McDonalds
was so we made our way over there. To my pleasant surprise, Time
Square was DELIGHTFUL. At one o’clock in the morning, TS has a
normal amount of people and you can actually see and enjoy the coolness that is
TS around you. So now I like time square….if its late a night, its
AWESOME.
Anywho, we make it to the happenin
McDonalds to get our post dancing treat and there are throngs of people. So
were just chillin in line and this guy with an accent ( which is always hot)
turns around and starts tryin to guess my name and where I’m from. I
can’t do this crazy guy justice. Him and his friend were from
Belarus and met in driving school when they came to NYC. He was
completely inappropriate and was cracking me up so I said, “ lets take a
picture”, and he goes, “ of us kissing?” Now the dryspell in me
wanted to be like “ heck ya of us kissing”, I mean, this Belarusian was pretty
cute. So I told him he could kiss my cheek. And boy did
he do that. I could feel his tongue moving around all over my cheek
as he made out with it. Then he said he was disgusting and wiped my
cheek off. I was dying. Later he was straddling me and one of
my girlfriends yelled at him “ Hey, get off my friend”, but of course that only
encourages him. Now, she’s involved with this mess and he talking to
all of us now. I believe at one point he referred to having a 5
some. My girl Chelsea was hilarious, everytime he would ask her her
name she would just laugh and say “ you don’t need to know that information”,
which just made him want it more.
I was eating my ice cream and he kept
telling me how sexy I eat it and that maybe I need to try out other things (
innuendo implied). It was a funny, flattering, and
interesting adventure in McD’s that night but we decided not to take those boys
home with us. So we left and went out into the chilly weather, which
was only chilly because our sweat from da club had now turned into wet coldness
on our bodies and wasn’t drying quickly. Always a good adventure
when your with Chelsea Kasen and Danielle Dobson. More craziness and
adventures with those chicas to come.
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