I didn't take my camera to the Girl Talk show tonight, but I didn't need to. As it stands, I'm pretty sure the night is premanently engraved in my mind as the biggest dance party I've ever seen.
Picture this: The show is sold out, and the room is packed to capacity. Anyone who's been to a concert at the Phoenix knows that a sold-out show is 3,000 people standing shoulder-to-shoulder, fighting for and inch of room and a glimpse of the stage. But this isn't a concert. This is Girl Talk.
Instead, all 3,000 (or whatever the capacity of the Phoenix is) of those bodies are pulsating. The floor feels like it's going to cave in under the weight of all 6,000 moving feet, and not a single person is standing still. But it isn't just your par for the course head bobbing that's going on. Even in the furthest reaches, from the front of the stage, to the doorway to the bathrooms at the back, everyone is dancing. And everyone is dancing hard. The room smells like the collective body odour of the masses, and steam is rising thick above the crowd. Shirts are removed, straightened hair turns curly, and the air is so heavy with fake smoke and heat that it's difficult to breathe.
In short, it was ridiculous.
[Oh, and just for the record to the anon commentor from a couple of days ago who really annoyed me: just because I attended a venue with alcohol served in it, does not necessarily mean I was drinking. I know this is shocking, and difficult to comprehend, but it is possible to go to the bar without drinking. It's a revolutionary concept, really. Of course, I did need to snort cocaine that was bought with my trust fund at various points throughout the evening, but it doesn't matter, because I didn't drink. Right?]