Our very own Rachel shows us a  night at Vinyl from her eyes.

When you work all day – whether at a job or at school – when it’s the freakin weekend, baby, you gotta have you some fun. I chose to spend my Saturday nights at Vinyl. You can’t beat the people, the music and the energy. Oh, and let’s not forget the $2 drinks. No one here is defined by their career, their school, their parents – everyone is defined by their attitude, their style and their spirit. In the club, we are whomever we want to be – we’re all fabulous celebrities dressed to kill and thrill.

Tonight, we’re here to party. But I’m also here for another reason: to capture the madness from the eye of the storm. Tonight, I’m a paparazzo.?

We arrive around midnight, just as the party’s getting started. First stop: the bar for a shot jäger and a $2 beer. Most people have been coerced onto the dance floor by Aquarius Soundcrew’s infectious sound; the floor is busy, but still clear enough to walk through without getting an elbow to the face. This is will change later.

We make our way to the dance floor, to the sounds of Gwen Stefani; everyone’s into it – perhaps they’ve found what Gwen’s singing about on the dance floor: A Sweet Escape.

These are the dudes making you dance, and whom may inadvertently get you laid, too

We make our way to the dance floor, to the sounds of Gwen Stefani; everyone’s into it – perhaps they’ve found what Gwen’s singing about on the dance floor: A Sweet Escape.

Best way to make friends on the floor? Wear shoes that make the girls seethe with envy. My Jimmy Choo inspired LED light-up heels certainly did the trick. I debuted them the previous night at Apartment 58, and while I generally don’t wear the same shoes twice in the same weekend, I had to make an exception because, as a friend of mine said, “Those shoes scream Vinyl.”

These girls loved my shoes so much they demanded that I dance with them; compliment my shoes and we’re best friends forever.

You can feel the energy rising in the bar as the night goes on; the dance floor goes from full to craaaazy full. The vibe’s good – how can you tell? Everyone’s got their hands in the air!

Whether this was caused by “Shots” induced fist-pumping, or those who are true players throwing their hands in ayer is unknown, but it’s obvious that everyone’s having a great time.

It’s coming to the best part of the night: the dance floor’s bumpin, everyone’s feeling the vibe. Nobody cares about their problems anymore; they’re into the moment, feeling their fifteen minutes of fame. This is when a paparazzo does her best work.