Fantasy, Reality and Actuality

It is Saturday night and the film has finished. I'm in my car, in a dimly lit parking garage above the movie theater. There is something going on at The Agenda Lounge, live DJs and dancing. An internal battle between psyching myself up and psyching myself out rages on. Should I go to the club or go home? Lights flicker in my mind, like a film projector. Fade to fantasy...

I'm standing in the middle of a packed club where a DJ plays progressive house and a roomful of bodies move to the captivating rhythm. Disillusioned and glum, I attempt to drink away the pain. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot a beautiful woman, one from my past, no less. The attraction is immediate and we spend the night sharing stories and dancing. The night passes quickly. Before parting ways, we...

Okay, wait a minute. Obviously, I've been watching way too many romantic comedies with cheesy encounters. Common sense tells me that my life is definitely not a movie. I should be more realistic. Fade to reality...

I'm standing in a half-empty club where a DJ plays something unrecognizable at an unbearable volume. A few people are dancing, but most people are hanging by the bar or sitting at tables. I attempt to drink away the pain, wondering why I came here in the first place. I spot many beautiful women with handsome men. Nothing happens. The night crawls by slowly and I eventually leave.

My sense of reality is way too pessimistic. The two scenarios run through my mind and I'm torn. My forehead is now resting on the steering wheel and I'm wondering if I'm going to be sitting in this car for the rest of the night. I suddenly exclaim, "This is ridiculous! I don't need this!" Fade to actuality...

I'm at the club. It's half-empty with a few people dancing and the rest hanging by the bar, but it's early. I toss back a Marzen and suddenly spot a couple of friends from college that I haven't seen in a long time. We catch up and reminisce, watch a special presentation of music videos and meet some new people. The club is filling up and we dance on a crowded floor. The night passes quickly and ends happily.

And to think, this came about because of a random blue postcard.