Downtown Abbey: On a Friday, topics discussed: Lesbian dance parties, music videos and Taylor Swift
Even in Wall Street Nightclub’s expansive interior, there was no room for inhibitions at the “First Friday” dance party on Oct. 3. The Midwest’s largest lesbian dance party (according to Wall Street) welcomed all creeds and cultures to purge the week’s stress on the floor in a magnanimous atmosphere fueled by stiff drinks.
With no line at the bar and a bird’s-eye view of the dance floor, we grabbed a seat in the mezzanine. DJ Michele Cheney spun remixes of the sugary dance tunes we all hate ourselves for loving, while DVJ Nick D. synced the accompanying music videos on the projector screens surrounding the floor. The crowd was sparse around 11:30; two drinks later a rush of people stormed the dance floor, making lasso motions during Pitbull’s “Timber.”
I realized I hadn’t actually watched a music video on a screen that wasn’t my phone in a long time. Visions of me dancing around my room after school to music videos on Fuse or MTV2 flooded my mind. By the looks of the crowd, I wasn’t the only one feeling that way. Several party-goers were treating Wall Street’s dance floor like a closed video shoot for Beyonce’s latest single.
The dance party was gaining momentum when three performers took to the stage.
Two decked-out drag queens and another dancer in a sequin suit performed to Taylor Swift’s new single. I knew I was doomed to have that saccharine song ringing in my ears the rest of the night, but the performers were so into it, I wasn’t even mad. Luckily, the bartender had been generous, and the stiff drink he passed me was cutting through the sweetness of the music.
Obviously roused by the zeal of the Taylor Swift number, a larger crowd packed onto the floor to resume dancing and not giving a damn about it. When the floor got too busy, a couple brave souls hopped on the stage to put on a show of their own.
By the end of the night, the straight metal guy I had brought along for the ride was having as good a time as the kid gettin’ it on the stage. If that isn’t a testament to the success of a dance party, I don’t know what is.
Wall Street Nightclub
144 N. Wall St., Downtown