12.01.2008

rock city

i love detroit.

after a full night at a bar with people i didn't know or care to know we pulled up to a huge industrial warehouse. we walked through the back door and were shuffled into a huge elevator destined for funk night. we rock starred it to the front of the line, made our way to the back of the party where $10 got you a cup of whiskey and a ganga cookie.

after consuming both, it was time to dance. amid a dj, huge projections and an eclectic crowd - we danced. we danced until 6 am. we had our pictures taken on the dance floor and took breaks in a private back room.

the people were fun, looked interesting, were welcoming and actually danced. chicago this was not. no one was segregated, no one gave dirty looks and no one tried to be hipper than the next person.

basically, it was every stereotypical thought i've ever had about detroit and it's awesomeness rolled into one experience.

it probably felt a lot cooler than it actually was, but... the feeling is what makes the experience anyway. i felt at home.


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