I miss clubbing

Those were the days... I feel like I literally fell on the other side of the planet. What with this nonsentical permanent working state? I haven't been out to a club, a proper club, with proper dance, electronica music, maybe even a famous DJ. There's a David Morales concert tomorrow night and I am going to someone's birthday. Not like I'd have enough money to pay for the entrance or anyone to go with. Only guys seem to be fans of the genre and guys are a tricksy thing to handle when you are just interested in dancing. Right, sugarbabe?
After all, it's not the end of the world. When Van Dyke came, I had a wrap party to organize for the first movie and instead of getting completely wasted like I had planned, I had to haggle for four bottles of JD after midnight cause the producer was too wasted/cheap himself to deal with it. Damn, it sucks organizing when you gotta be the key sober factor there.
The second time, when Tiesto came, I had my goodbye production dinner for the second film. While the producer entertained us with his skanky LA/London/Bucharest stories, I just kept on staring at the steak photos in the menu. I have to admit, I hadn't enjoyed much of a regular meal during the film production. So after I had some expensive-ass wine on the production tab (yes!!!!)and my eyes were barely there, we eloped to this fashion party. But surprise, we had no idea where we were heading. I just knew the building was north and looked surrealist on the outside. We finally got the address from one person in the know and landed there. The admin came out trashed. We went in, had champagne flute after champagne flute and J didn't try chatting up anyone. The producer, however, left with an ugly American lanky blonde who he claimed between a few glasses of vodka he didn't even like. Then what's with the hand there?!! J and I left later dazed by so many bubbles and as we got to the Marriott at 3 am, I was afraid she wouldn't wake up in time for her flight. She did catch it. And so did I ten days later.