Strobe Light Honey

Now I’ve danced with the best of them. I’ve pop-lock’d along club catwalks in Madrid, I’ve discotec’d with crazy Basque teens in Leon, and even oompa’d in the Munich beer gardens.

The other night we went to a ‘dance’ at Amanda’s school for International Students. Sweet Jeezy… The music was HORRIBLE – a euro/techno/house bouillabaisse of garbage! I tried, but when the only recognizable lyrics are about fornicating with a washing machine, my ears start to bleed…

But that wasn’t the worst of it – I mean, I can at least block out the music and kind of ‘close my ears,’ right? However, the STROBE LIGHTS!

Non-stop.

Erratic.

Blinding.

You had to keep a good 3 feet apart from each other because you could easily knock into someone and chip a tooth in these conditions! It made for ease of dancing – simply move a couple inches and it looked (in the pulsing lights) like you just busted a funky move. Both of us felt sick after a few minutes into it and our eyes ached from the fluttering flashes!

We stumbled back to my flat where we proceeded to cleanse our ears and eyes with a heavy, empowered dose of 50 Cent’s latest, Curtis. Goodbye Strobe Light... Ayo Technology!