First was the dancing crowd stepping over each others toes & feet, brushing one another’s sweaty body and a person was sweeping! Yes! Sweeping the floor for cigarette butts, tissues, paper towel and empty cigarette boxes. If we mute the music and slow down the speed of those dancing people and just focus on that guy or lady who was sweeping the floor, I wonder what’s in their head that very moment. As I continue to observe, they were doing their job in such a hostile crowded environment. That I salute to these fine individuals.
Second and lastly is sort of not really unpleasant but pitiful. As the night grows older, I noticed a girl in another colleague’s arm, dozing! Evidently another classical case of I drink-too-many-now-i-am-wasted person. It seems like if you have insomnia get high with whisky and loud music. However, I respected that person who can sleep so comfortably in the same environment as the people sweeping the floor for a living.
Therefore, I conclude there are minorities in the crowd of dance club after all except for one, me! Mister Observe and report to blog for remembrance sake.

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