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i_am_your_host) wrote2018-12-27 03:49 pm
i_am_your_host) wrote2018-12-27 03:49 pm
New Year's Eve Party: Part II - Wonderland
The fireworks have begun to taper off when Emcee announces that it's time to visit Wonderland for a night of drinking, dancing, and entertainment.
Once outside, the sound of a celebrating city fills the cold night air. Fireworks are still going off, though sporadically now, and singing and chanting can still be heard echoing along the streets. People cheer and laugh as they stumble in and out of the local pubs.
Emcee leads his group of friends around the block -- the entrance to the nightclub is actually on the opposite side of the same building. The club's sign is simple: the word WONDERLAND in large, art deco lettering over a nondescript door. It's a typically Berlin aspect to have a plain entrance guarded by a bouncer who will question your enthusiasm and desire to enter. But there is no question, though, that Emcee is here for a good time.
And in any case, he co-owns the place.
The air inside is warm, scented with spirits and hints of spices and incense. The muffled beat of dance music makes the floor vibrate. A dim hall of dark wood and mirrors leads them to a cloak room, where an attractive androgyne with bleach blond hair, wearing a white vest and rabbit ears, takes their coats. A name tag on their vest reads, "HELLO, I'M: LATE."
Stepping through heavy velvet curtains, Emcee ushers the group into the main room of the club. "Welcome to Wonderland, my friends."
A large, high-ceilinged room glows with purple, blue, and gold lights that reflect off the art deco accents and a glittering mirror ball. There is a stage at the far end, with a runway extending onto the dance floor. Tables are clustered under the mezzanine above, where there are private booths for...private matters. The bar, against the wall on the far left, is adorned with more gilded mirrors that bring out the richness of the amber liquors and the antique wood.
On stage right, a DJ wearing bobbing antennae is pumping out dance music, an eclectic selection of pop favorites throughout the decades and remixed classics. The crowd gathered on the floor is a mass of New Year's revelers, from every walk of life, of every gender and orientation, each one with a style all their own, all having fun together.
Once outside, the sound of a celebrating city fills the cold night air. Fireworks are still going off, though sporadically now, and singing and chanting can still be heard echoing along the streets. People cheer and laugh as they stumble in and out of the local pubs.
Emcee leads his group of friends around the block -- the entrance to the nightclub is actually on the opposite side of the same building. The club's sign is simple: the word WONDERLAND in large, art deco lettering over a nondescript door. It's a typically Berlin aspect to have a plain entrance guarded by a bouncer who will question your enthusiasm and desire to enter. But there is no question, though, that Emcee is here for a good time.
And in any case, he co-owns the place.
The air inside is warm, scented with spirits and hints of spices and incense. The muffled beat of dance music makes the floor vibrate. A dim hall of dark wood and mirrors leads them to a cloak room, where an attractive androgyne with bleach blond hair, wearing a white vest and rabbit ears, takes their coats. A name tag on their vest reads, "HELLO, I'M: LATE."
Stepping through heavy velvet curtains, Emcee ushers the group into the main room of the club. "Welcome to Wonderland, my friends."
A large, high-ceilinged room glows with purple, blue, and gold lights that reflect off the art deco accents and a glittering mirror ball. There is a stage at the far end, with a runway extending onto the dance floor. Tables are clustered under the mezzanine above, where there are private booths for...private matters. The bar, against the wall on the far left, is adorned with more gilded mirrors that bring out the richness of the amber liquors and the antique wood.
On stage right, a DJ wearing bobbing antennae is pumping out dance music, an eclectic selection of pop favorites throughout the decades and remixed classics. The crowd gathered on the floor is a mass of New Year's revelers, from every walk of life, of every gender and orientation, each one with a style all their own, all having fun together.