Just a random playlist that came up with some classic club tunes.
Right off the bat, it has the familiar bop that use to indicate the DJ is sick of playing everyone's favourite hippy pop song. Mambo number 5 anyone?
These songs would be the start, with the one dude on the floor, usually me seeing people coming on and thinking my moves must have impressed.
No, it is just eleven thirty and warm-ups are about to start. You might think it is a bit heavy but then you would be ignorant of what heavy music is.
It is time to mark your territory and dance half-arsed in a broad space displaying your intent to stay but also giving notice that there will be some advanced Parkinsons' arm and leg flailing happening so be warned.
As time goes on the drinks keep coming and every beat is a new best beat, your space becomes smaller but by now you honed your skills and have graduated ninja signalling and still bopping harder than the previous spastic convulsions.
2am comes and the beat hits harder than a trash father, and the night continues.