friday has stages

at eight the earrings matter, at four nobody remembers wearing earrings. #

Tonight began with me spending fifteen minutes deciding whether my earrings were too much and ended with me briefly forgetting where my bag was, which is probably the most accurate description of a night out I can give. At eight everything matters. Hair, makeup, coat, shoes, where we’re meeting, whether the place is nice, who is going. At ten you’re having drinks and still looking around. Around midnight the music starts becoming more important than the room. At two nobody cares what anybody else is wearing. At four somebody could arrive dressed as a refrigerator and you’d probably just move aside politely.

House at the beginning tonight and techno later. I am properly getting into house now and I can already hear Edo’s disapproval from Lecco. It doesn’t give me the same thing as hardcore and that’s exactly why I like having both. I don’t want every hour of every night to sound the same. Sometimes I want to be dressed beautifully, drink something absurdly expensive and listen to house. Sometimes I want Tommyknocker and no conversation whatsoever. These are not opposing political parties.

Remember me, Eclipse.