Yes I did go out on Friday Night and Saturday Night.
No place to be the next day. No work day the next day, so of course where else would a guy with too much energy and space in his schedule be?
The day is prepared by making sure I stay hydrated enough, take my vitamins (GNC Megaman) and get enough sleep.

When its time I call the car service and I'm on my way into the city. Friday night so it must be SBNY. Where else can I dance with all the guys on Friday Night?
I arrive at the end of the block. I pick up my bottle $1 water from the pizzeria, guzzle it, and make my way up the street. I walk past the crowd at the door and say hi to the doorman and get inside. The coatcheck goes up for the winter I guess, but still I tip the coatcheck guys. They always take care of my stuff. Now upstairs for my first drink.
I'm not there to get wasted.
I'm not there to pick up some random trick after I've had so much to drink I can barely see.
I'm there to dance. To see and be seen. I hang with my friends, talk about proper scene etiquette, how far to stand away from the other dancing dudes and what everyone is paying attention to. Information has to be passed to the crew somehow so you talk and get the word out there.

The bartenders are your friends if you treat them with respect and pay attention to how they are doing their job you will go far and be remembered time and again. I love it when they remember what I drink. However, I still rotate my drinks to taste. Make sure I squeeze some water into my drinking choices so that I don't dry out completely and so I can go to the bathroom at times and work some of that alcohol out of my system. Stoli Orange and Cranberry for the sweet, A bud light for something more portable on the dance floor and corona when you want something extra light with the lime.

The box was empty so of course I danced on it. It was all fun until I flung one of my lights out into the crowd. Silly me, the chain broke, but I guess that was kind of getting old anyway.
The music was good. A nice mix of some modern vocals and some new stuff I had not heard before. It was a pretty recent DJ to the place, Mark I think. He did well. The music did skip once but I will chalk that up to the visitors in the DJ booth. It ended up being a pretty good evening. I left right after 4am.

I made sure I got enough sleep and followed my regular regimen since my friends were going to be going out the next night as well.
The time rolls around all too quickly, but then again when you expect it to happen it is not a surprise. First the friends come over to the house and we start off early. Just chilling out watching TV. When it is time to go out I decide I still want to tape Saturday Night Live so I program the TWC DVR to tape it for me (excellent piece of machinery) and the tapeless taping starts ontime. We head into the city and because it is still early we find a space not two blocks from the club. There is a little line at the front of the Roxy but nothing disturbing. Once again I say hi to the doorman and walk on inside. The normal crowd of guys is around the front bar but the dance floor is still pretty empty. I get my first drink and we start to circulate. We say hi to our friends and listen to the beats progress.

The Crobar is not the only place with a Phazon sound system and Peter makes sure that we know it. The DJs job is to make sure that we know that he is there. He doesn't have to make the records skip or have the awkward silences but tweaking with the treble and getting the speakers to scream at you for just a little bit never hurt anybody (well maybe just a little). The night was great, the bar staff always friendly and the place filled up nicely. Once it reaches a certain temp point we see the shirtless masses totally into the groove. I even got up onto a speakerbox myself. I thought I was getting up for one song but it was just a familiar beat. It gets harder when the DJ owns so many. He can recycle them royalty free after a while. It was not Christina but rather Amuka I was hearing. I still wanted to dance and put on a show for the boys. With lit hands (and later thanks to the light guy, lit feet) I had a grand old time up there. Dancing fast enough to actually dry the spilled drinks from the box. The space was now safe for public consumption but anyway once my time was over I got down and rejoined my crew. It was time to depart once again.
Another night safely under wraps and another group of boys seen to have a grand old time at the Rox. Keeping it light and fun.
Always a good thing