I am at a loss for words to even begin describing the WMC Party last night at Pawn Shop. And I’m on 4 hours of sleep again so forgive me if I start rambling. It was my first time going to Pawn Shop. I had heard great stories about this venue, mostly having to do with the decor, and in one year living in south Beach, I’ve only crossed the MacArthur a few times, mostly to go to the airport.
It had been a long day. I went to the Shelborne to pick up my ticket for the National Hotel’s party, then hit the beach for a couple of hours while my friends went to the party at the SurfComber. I had the chance to walk around by the boardwalk and check out the hotel parties, and every single one was completely packed. I later heard horror stories about bathroom lines where my friends wasted 1 1/2 hours waiting for a disgusting porta potty, when they should have just used the pool like everyone else..pool water temperature at about 90 degrees. Totally fucking gross. Thing is there is no re-entry at these parties if you leave.
I had some food at Jerry’s Famous Deli (rant on this to come later), then met up with my friends so we could pick up our passes for the National. There was a line, and it was not moving, which can only mean the place was filled to capacity. My friends were beat so we started walking towards my place via Lincoln, and after some much needed java, I stayed behind to find some comfy new shoes for the night.
None of us got any rest as we had to leave at 11PM for Pawn Shop. Early enough where we wouldn’t wait in line, as once Ultra shut down at midnight, it would be a shit show to get in with 5,000 people still wanting to party coming from blocks away. It was a smart decision. We arrived at 11:40, no line. And it was great because we had a chance to meet up with some of our other friends and catch up on our lives.
Originally the Pawn Shop was a cover up for drug related activities in the 1930s until later becoming an intimate yet energy filled nightclub. Famous for its decor, the club has a unique atmosphere with old airplanes fuselage, a school bus, a fire truck, and old trailers which are the VIP rooms. I was awed and took a ton of pics. Gabriel and Dresden begun spinning around 1AM, at which time the place was already packed. But the promoters were smart, because although it was crowed, there was still enough room to dance, so I didn’t get irritated and my feet could move freely about.
I don’t even have the words to describe the emotion the music brought to its faithful listeners. It was my first time hearing these guys spin, and I would have been pissed had I missed it. The deep base, and transition between tracks, these guys let the music play without cutting it like others, and people were going nuts jumping up and down, spinning around, and singing. I remember at some point I looked around and smiled when I saw that everyone having such a great time, probably tripping their balls off, and dancing like maniacs. And then I thought to myself, if I, who am not on drugs (pot doesn’t count 
can be feeling this way, revived, energized, happy, imagine what the others feel like being on E and having this feeling intensified 100 times?! Incredible.
I ended up running into the Brit, and thank god because I didn’t see one boy that was cute enough to smooch with last night. It was totally opposite the party at Shelborne, where there were plenty to choose from. My single friend and I went for a walk around to go “fishing” when I run into the Brit and his friends. He looked as delicious as ever, luck was on my side. They looked a bit run down, as they were beat from the afternoon pool party at SurfComber. My gorgeous Brit told me this morning that he was thankful he ran into me as I helped boost his energy so we could hit the dance floor and he could finally start enjoying his night. How cute. We were al hanging out dancing, drinking, smoking, and by 4:45AM it was time to leave, before everyone else, so we had a chance to actually find a cab to take us home.
The Brit and I dropped off my single, wasted friend at home, and headed for my place.
I put on my “sexy nights” playlist, and began enjoying this beautiful man. We didn’t have sex but we didn’t need to. It was actually really cool to simply enjoy each other, to kiss, lick, taste, bite, hold, grab, pull, without it ending in the obvious. I often wonder why is it that no one enjoys first, second, and third base anymore, just for what it is. By 7AM, the sun was coming up, and we needed to rest. He woke up at 10, took a shower, me still in deep sleep don’t hear a thing. He leans over the bed, I open my eyes, his beautiful face smiling at me, his gorgeous blue eyes sparkled, and kissed me softly.
I couldn’t have asked for a better ending to yet another fantastic day.
