Tuesday, December 15, 2009

It's a Dancing Revolution

After spending many a night in Chicago looking for The Most Epic Dance Party Ever(tm), I found it after being in Atlanta less than 12 hours. It turns out that the kids at Nonis really know how to have a good time until early in the AM. My friend JC was one of the DJ Du Jours along with his friend Preston, who was celebrating his imminent departure. Apparently he's New York bound.

Now, Dave had been telling me of Nonis and West Egg for ages, but I didn't think much of it. Possibly because I could not understand the sheer amount of AWESOME-sauce without being there. Now I know.

We pulled into the gravel parking lot of a low building. One of the few smallish buildings amidst sky scrapers in the almost bad section of town. We enter through the patio that has been strung with C-9 Christmas lights. Their large, multi-colored glow provided a welcoming illumination in contrast to the dull orange light pollution that is the Atlanta night sky. Inside, we were plunged immediately into this darkness. I fumbled around after Dave and Jamie who both knew where they were going as I waited for my eyes to adjust. When they did finally adjust I took a good look around the place. It was decorated like some older relation's house, complete with old armoirs and photographs of happy people from the 1950s. I felt like someone took advantage of their Grandparents being out of town for the weekend and threw the most kick-ass party ever.

The place was hopping.

So much so that it took me a moment to catch my breath and get my bearings. Just as well, really, since I was catching up with people I hadn't seen in months. It was the sort of night where the drinks kept coming, but I didn't have to pay for any of them. Which is to say, fantastic. At one point Dave looked over at me and said, "My favorite part of the evening is coming up soon. The more the DJs get drunk, the more erratic the music is." This proved to be true. But it also goes to show you that some people have awesome taste in music no matter if they are drunk or sober. Never once did the beats lag and never once were people like "Ugh....not this song." All selections were met with an eager cheer and frantic dancing. Dancing that I, naturally, was only too happy to take part in once I got my bearings.

The single most fantastic thing about Nonis was the utter lack of the creeper element. At some (read: most) clubs I've had the pleasure to frequent, you're in trouble if you don't have at least one wing-man to battle the creeper element. You look out for each others back and, maybe more importantly, each others drink. But here, in this small building packed with strangers, I felt completely comfortable in charging into the dance floor alone. Then again, that's easy for me to say when I knew at least seven people there. But, still. The point is that it was the most epic party to have ever rocked. The sort that you only see in 80s movies. Heck, at one point the dancing could not be contained by the building and everyone spilled out to continue dancing in the middle of Edgewater.

So, in closing, my dear Chicago... You're going to have to step it up Hardcore.

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