Lost Love Lust

While in highschool, I could care less what I looked like, who liked me, or what was cool.

Every tuesday we would sneak into the college parties and dance like there was no tommorow.

Every thursday we were at the “Retro Party” singing along to 80’s song we grew up to, songs our parents grew up to, and songs that just never grew old.

Then came Saturday, the night we knew we wouldnt be home before 3 a.m.

After a while, we didnt even have to call in to have them put the tables aside, they knew we were loyal and would always show up.

Everybody knew each other, we knew the dj, the people working the bar, even the owner of the club.

We would spend hours on end thinking of what to wear, change dozens of outfits, and mix and match bags and shoes until our heads hurt.

We rocked that club like it was the only one on the planet, the bartender had already memorized my favorite drink: “Fruity Angel”.

A sweet concoction of natural orange and pear juice, a slight hint of cherry liquor, ice and an umbrella.

When nobody would dance, we would go out on the dance floor and we could care less if people thought we were wierd, or crazy, or even scary.

We would laugh so hard some times, our make-up would run from the tears, and of course the powder room would be our next visit.

After a while, we realized what great times we were living, and we decided to bring our cameras and capture the moments.

Every saturday we took pics like we were paparazzi, soon other girls were bringing their cameras and taking pictures of themselves, and sure we were proud, trend setters indeed we were.

There were contests held, I was always winning free drinks, I even won a bottle of Absihnt once, shared it with everyone and it was the funniest night of my life.

Alot of fights went down because of us, guys hitting on us, not getting the “no” concept, and body guards acting up. Sure, we were scared then, but now I laugh at those moments continuously.

When our favorite songs came on, the cubes were ours, no matter how many people were there, we felt like it was just silly us having the time of our lives.

We all held our birthdays there, for New Years we rented out the place to ourselves and put on whatever music we wanted, danced wherever we wanted, and cryed like babys watching fireworks.

We all knew deep inside that it would never be the same.

And that is exactly how it was, summer came, we all got jobs, didnt have time for partying and daily outings, and eventually the group split.

The Dj would tell us that the club is like empty without us, and a month later, the club actually closed.

Time passed, we would remember how care free our lives were and realize we actually grew up.

Before I moved back to the U.S. I decided to get everyone together again, the club was going to re-open a day before I left, yes, I know, we thought it was ironic too.

It was our last chance to have the moments we so very much longed for.

I am sure we all counted down the days and hours until that Saturday.

And meeting in the parking lot in the front of the club where we lived our best moments, we smiled and promised to cherish this forever.

However silly it seems now, we felt profound, and united.

We went in, and time seemed to stop, we would smile at each other, and to quote Stephen Chbosky:

“In that moment, I swear we were infinite.”

As everyone was dancing, I lighted a ciggarette and looked around me, I wanted to remember that moment forever, and inside me, I knew everything would work it self out eventually, no matter what problems we had, at home, at school, at work, we would go there and forget everything.

Those were the best times.

And forever will I cherish them and keep them close to me.

Forever & Always,

♥