I walked in, the place smelled of sage and incense, happy people were dressed up crazy, everyone was smiling and dancing around, there was crazy stuff all over the walls, and suddenly all of my senses were at ease. I actually had to go to the bathroom really bad so I went straight there, the first thing I find is an orange peel sitting on the toilet paper holder with the words "Fear is a choice" written on it. So cool that someone just left it there probably intentionally. I wanted to leave it for other people to see, which was probably the intention, but I wanted it for myself more because it sort of sums up the experience of the night.
I felt so good in the company and scene these hippies so regularly participate in. Everyone was just there to have a good time, move their bodies, feel the music, and enjoy themselves. The whole vibe was totally different than going out to a club or something where sometimes it seems that a lot of the people are there with some sort of agenda or just there to look cool and be seen with nice clothes, nice drinks, etc... It was very freeing and I must have burned so many calories dancing. I started to feel like I was about to get blisters on my feet from dancing so much and so crazy.
I found myself sort of envious of the people who this was what they did all of the time. The whole time I kept thinking "alright that's it, I just want to be with these people for the rest of my life." and I kept thinking about this for about 48 hours. Now that the excitement has subsided a bit I realize that I also was reminded of one of my most prominent mantras of "everything in moderation." So at the end of my weekend I am comforted with the idea that although I may find experiences inspiring and admirable, in the end I just want to be me. So I'll just do that.