1995 random NYC friday from memory.

10pm: Get in the shower and get clean, throw on some Girbaud Jeans, a Polo Teddy Bear sweater, a heavy silver chain with matching bracelet, and the beef with broccoli Timbs. Spray some Joop cologne.

11pm: Meet the homies on the corner, take the train to 14th street.

11:30: Walk down to 3rd ave, feel the music vibrations starting as you walk past University Pl. See that giant Palladium marquis all lit up, with the crowd of people under it. There was no line, just a crowd and you had to be selected to get in. Try to get Afrodite's attention as she always hooked us neighborhood kids up, and we walk in after around 30 min in the crowd.

12am: Walk inside, wait 15 min for you boys to try the guest lists and see if we had the right color tickets from the week before lol. Go get frisked and pay.

Then its up those light up stairs, music is PUMPING, at this time of night they still playing dance music.

Get some drinks, take a few laps around the club, its a really large space with a giant dancefloor with a stage at the end, the walls light up, there are 2 giant spinning tv/lazer things in the air.

Find the dealers by that first set of couches, get some of the worlds largest X pills. Pop em. Head up to the 2nd floor past the bar past the gyroscope ride, past the ball pit, and up into the stadium seating to smoke a blunt while we wait fo the X to kick in.

1am: Main floor still playing dance/house music so we head down to the engine room in the basement, engine room is tiny but POPPPIN, its full of foam just about up to your chest and its just a sweaty mess of people grinding and dancing to the latest hip hop.

2am: Head out of the engine room (damn my timbs are clean as shit rn haha), back to main floor, someones having a party in the Michael Todd room up above the stadium seating, so we head up there, more drinks more dancing. Main room is switching to hip hop so we head there.

Dancefloor is PACKED to the point you cant move, but everyones have a great time, whole place is a sweaty beautiful mess.

3am: main floor switches to reggae, they close the upstairs and bring out that moveable cloth ceiling over the dancefloor so now it feels like a different club, more intimate as you cant see all the way to the celing.

4am: Last call, lights on, boooooooooos from the crowd, then down them sketcky stairs with the lights, so many girls falling down drunk trying to navigate these, filter out onto 14th st, we prob hit up Tads for a shitty steak.

5am: after some food and whos still talking trying to get a number we jump back on the train. trains run like shit at this time of night.

6am: walk down the block see grandma going to church as im stumbling in.

Main difference to now? Everyones just there in the moment, no phones, just dancing & sweating and meeting people.