By eleven the place was packed with an interesting mix of fancy feminine (heels, short dresses, big earrings, small shirts), hippy trippys (dreadlocks, woven yarn hats, embroidered purses), and people in black, all swarming, dancing, prancing, making eye-contact contact, and then, not so much. I forgot my Molly and colorful lit fingertip gloves but there were enough people with both of these items that the crowd didn’t feel the lack.
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