Clubbing

So I had three cigarets today, with the one I had that one time and the pack I had for New Year's that makes 24 since I quit, actually in all fairness 23 because I didn't finish that pack. As Tom Waits says in Cigarets and Coffee, the great thing about quitting smoking is that you can have one every now and than and not be a smoker. There is something about rainy nights in Oxford that simply demands one or three cigs. And stumbling back from a club early looks very ungracefully without a well positioned cig, and as the last thing in the world I would want to appear ungraceful.
Tonight was the first time I went to a club. I thought hey why not live a little want' the worst that could happen. I generally tend to avoid clubs, they contain two things I tend to avoid people and bad music played loudly. All the pubs in Oxford close by 12 and there is nothing to do for the overworked students but to express that stress through dance and drink. Escape, the aptly named club, is in the covered market. The covered market usually houses produce and at night provides a home for the "big issue" vendors. The club had two floors one dance floor and of course the necessary pole. The very white female dj choose only the best of songs, not that you could hear anything more than the melody, the rest of the song was comprised of rhythmic beats. After spending too much on drinks these soon to be overworked kids started getting in touch with their more primal nature and started moving rather awkwardly. It seems fitting that they express themselves so awkwardly because the a whole situation is rather awkward and lacks focus. The tango can be considered a dance because its message is very clear. Kids doing their own thing, not so much. It was hilarious but who am I to judge? All in all going to a club isn't quite as bad as I thought it would be.