Gary, Lydia, Simon and I

“Usual.”
“Yup.”

For as long as I’ve known Simon, that has been our usual text messages to each other on our nights out. The venues may have changed over the years, but the implied meaning hasn’t. We’d meet at the usual time and at the usual spot of the clubs. In what I’d consider my core group are also Lydia and her boyfriend Gary. Individually we all have other friends but if any of of us messages to go out, we’d show up without fail.

As clubbing friends, we are pretty tight.

The people in the extended group which we’d hang out together with, age between the early 20s and the early 30s (I’ve got two more years to say that, woohoo!). We are all into dance music and the nightclub scene. During the week, we work or study and on the weekends, we let loose together.

We don’t talk to each other that much during the week but that’s only because we are all very stable characters. You can even call us sedate. We don’t depend on each other emotionally, and we are not each other’s crutches. I believe that we are all very strong and independent individuals. A few emails or Facebook pokes are enough to sustain the sense of connection. It’s pretty amazing like that.

Our health, bodies and minds are still up for a good time listening and dancing to hyper tunes in dark indoor interiors or at outdoor raves surrounded by hundreds, sometimes thousands of other like-minded individuals. I wonder how long will this all last. Sometimes when I think ahead to that inevitable time when we all would stop doing this and I’d feel sad. I don’t feel good that it will end some day.

Though, Ricardo Urgell, the owner of the Ibiza superclub Pacha is nearly in his 70s and Hugh Hefner is 81 this year. They are both still up for a good time. Maybe my group can manage to last till we are about that age?

If they can live a young person’s life, why not us? But I guess the one BIG difference is that they are so rich that they don’t have to worry about working to survive anymore. Maybe the absence of worrying about money gives a person an extended lease on life?

So who knows how it will pan out for us. But no matter how long this will last, I’m looking forward to clubbing into my old age and making the young’uns cringe in disgust. :rocking: :mrgreen: