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Very recently I had a chance to attend the Entheon Village party in downtown Chicago. As a fundraiser for some of my more interesting bored-at-work / hobbyist print personalities to attend BM 06 I figured I could kill two birds with one stone: help these people make the trek to BRC as well as do something a little out of the ordinary on a Saturday evening.
First I should mention that there was a saving grace to this evening. The fire dancers and read my hips in their entirety. I was not only surprised but amazed to see a male not only willing but able to dance in such a way. The females were beyond grace. I can’t think of their performances without thinking of footage I’ve seen of the big cats; graceful, powerful, but all in all, gorgeous. Minimalist with their approach as well (maybe not so much the male.). I loved how they either knowingly or unknowingly included a very strong smelling almost mirrh like scent that punctuated the entire room, perfectly accentuating their dances. I was honestly in a trace and experienced one of those…fleeting moments, if that makes any sense.
Now, in the aftermath, people are saying that this event was very similar to BM in several ways, but I’m specifically citing their claims that the chaotic nature of both events and their people were correlating nicely. From the spin tables to the interactive word art to just the entrance itself, to the untrained eye it seemed people were getting along very well with each other and the general ambience of the place seemed to be upbeat.
Under a higher powered microscope I came to the realization that these small sects, scattered throughout the building, had already known each other. Maybe I took the wrong door and went into a nightclub by mistake? It was almost as if I had to rub my eyes to check if what I was seeing was, in actuality, right in front of me. At that moment, and thinking back on it now, it was.
This seems terribly irrelevant to an outside observer so I should clarify a bit. Anyone I had run into that evening was so radically EXCLUSIVE to anyone outside their circle coming into it. It wasn’t for lack of trying either. I walked up and tried (my god damnedest) to inject myself into the vein of social exchange. But no matter how good a conversationalist you are (or fancy yourself to be..) if the other side isn’t hearing it, what recourse do you really have but to walk away and try again another day?
I’d say I was there a good 5 hours from 10:00 pm to 3:00 am, so certainly the crowd changed in that time. People that were sober at 10:00 weren’t very pretty anymore at midnight or 1:00. This didn’t deter me any, actually if anything, it forced me to put the next foot forward and just try harder. Sadly enough it was a Chinese finger trap in and of itself; the harder you pulled, the harder it was to get off.
I walked out at 3:00, a little dejected, a little tipsy, but hopeful for the future. To you, my readers, I pose a question: was it me? Was the crowd or anyone else’s experience, either at this party or any other, similar? Radically different? Radically INclusionary? Am I on the wrong track going to BRC this year looking to interact with people on a level that I do with my small circle of friends? Should I only expect a chat and a handshake?
Thank you, and goodnight.
-Joe
P.S. I hope you don't mind the code tags, for some reason the board isn't wanting to hold my formatting any other way. Sorry.
[EDIT 1: Typo]