Vinyl Nights / Flashing Lights

It’s hot; it’s sweaty; people are grinding and touching… This is what a little R. Kelly does to people, folks.

This is the apex of the night; this is when everyone’s lost control – The Kanye West’s have let their egos loose, the Paris’ and Lindsays are shaking their thangs for whomever’s watching, and everyone’s got a slight Courtney Love edge: When we start flipping the camera off, you know that we all know we’re hot as shit, and we don’t give a fuck.

All too soon, the unthinkable happens: the lights come up as Semisonic’s “Closing Time” plays. The masses slowly make their way out on to the street. You don’t have to go home (and judging by what I saw tonight, many patrons won’t), but you can’t stay here. Before I go, I get a shot of arguably the best shirt of the night.