Thursday, November 11, 2010
easy listening for the over 30s
We went to a rave last weekend.
And the reason I haven't written about it is because:
1) It sucked.
Fabric is a well-known club in London's East End, it's just that it's this cavernous hole, filled with people chewing their jaws off, and just loads and loads of stairs.
As a 30 year old rave virgin, I feel cheated.
I don't throw bottles of pills down my gat, so I suppose I was never going to keep up anyway. But in a purist 'I'm going for the music! And the music alone!' I naively thought that I could actually stay awake, pumped on techno, beyond 3:00am.
Not so. Too old. The music was shite anyway, nothing I was promised - it was meant to be traditional dirty house. We spent most of the night going from one room to the next, seeking a good DJ, up loads of stairs and returning less happy than ever.
The Brit was happy; I was not.
It's time to admit - and I cried the next morning when I fully come to terms with this - is that my clubbing days? They're well and truly over.
Give me a pub and red wine over that any day. Better still, give me my living room with my cheesy old school 90s techno music blaring over the speakers and wine, and then I'm happy.
I was bored stiff.