Insomnia WAS once somethin’ I looked forward to, but thanks to my last visit this weekend, it has now become somethin’ I will remember as a place that “used to be fun”. What once was a fun after-after-hours spot where one could stomp and shuffle their asses off, relax as they enjoyed all the pretty colors that only they could see, or simply enjoy the ass shakin’ that was happenin’ all around you, has quickly become an overcrowded mess.
I’m not claustrophobic one bit, but I do however, greatly dislike standin’ shoulder to shoulder with sweaty shirtless males. The would be dance floor is packed tighter than a Jewish internment camp in WWII. I wouldn’t nearly mind the latter if the many people were actually dancin’, and hell what they are doin’ might be considered dancin’ in Hell, but last time I checked, simply standin’ there, is not a way to dance. I’m all for doin’ a once around the club to see what everyone is doin’, hell the spot I’m usually in gets borin’ after half an hour, but when I see people basically walkin’ laps and interruptin’ other people who are tryin’ to dance, I tend to get irritated.
Maybe I’m gettin’ too old for the 18+ crowd that Insomnia has to offer. Maybe I should keep my old man thoughts to myself, but Insomnia is no longer fun to me. The lackluster D.J.’s, the people who are clearly not havin’ fun, unless standin’ perfectly still and only movin’ from the 100’s of people who bump into you every 2 seconds, and the overall “boringness” that I will now associate with Insomnia, are the only reasons I need to put my dreams of Insomnia, to bed.