Went clubbing 3 to 4 nights a week - danced for hours on end, danced until exhaustion, danced to the most fabulous music evar, up on those giant club speakers, in the heat, in the bright lights and the dry ice, in the moment - I was alive, I was young, I was goth, I was on top of the world!
It's a miracle I didn't go deaf :-o
This was my music, these were my people - I dressed like this, I danced like this, I belonged. Never had to wait in line to get in clubs, never paid for anything - they wanted dancers and I wanted music to abandon my spirit to.
What an awesome deal.
I do miss those days sometimes.
OK, pretty often!