CLUBBING 2020
madison hicks
“one” night only
It was an average Friday night.
It was an average Tuesday night.
Or at least we thought it was an average Friday night.
Or at least we thought it was an average Tuesday night.
Except this specific Friday night, we had waited a very long time for.
Except this specific Tuesday night, we had waited a very long time for.
It felt like it ha
d been years that we had waited for this specific Friday night.
It had actually been 4 years that we had waited for this specific Tuesday night.
It started like every other average Friday night.
It started like every other average Election night.
Drinking.
Drinking.
More heavy drinking.
More heavy drinking.
Checking Find my Friends every 15 minutes to see where they are at.
Checking CNN every 15 minutes to see where they are at.
Stuffing your face with food to fuel your body for the night ahead.
Stress eating to fuel your body for the night ahead.
Drinking large amounts of water to hydrate for the amount of drinks you’re about to have.
Drinking large amounts of water to hydrate for the amount of tears you’re about to have.
Rummaging through your closet to find the perfect outfit.
Rummaging through your closet to find the perfect blue outfit.
That perfect outfit that you just know will bring you luck tonight.
That perfect blue outfit that you just know will bring everyone luck tonight.
Scrolling through Instagram to see how many friends are doing exactly what you’re doing
Scrolling through Instagram and unfollowing the ones that aren’t wearing blue or posting blue or saying anything about blue.
Checking Find my Friends one more time to see if Jamie or Daisy are going to make it any time soon.
Checking CNN one more time to see if Florida or Texas are going to make it any time soon.
They’re finally here but don’t look the way you were hoping them to look and make you feel like an idiot for the outfit you picked out.
They’re finally done counting and make you feel like an idiot for thinking they’d ever turn blue.
Instead of changing because it’s too late, you just poor yourself and Jamie and Daisy a shot of something very strong in hopes of forgetting.
Instead of hating everyone that lives in those states, you just poor yourself and Floridians and Texans a shot of something very strong in hopes of forgetting.
Now that you’re all feeling that good amount of buzzed and awake you decide to head out to the club.
Now that you’re all feeling that good amount of drunk and depressed, you decide to change the channel for a while.
Except you must have left at the wrong time because by the time you get there, there is a line the length of California.
Except you must have changed the channel at the wrong time because by the time you turn it back, everything has gone drastically downhill.
Nothing to do now but wait, you tell yourself.
Nothing to do now but go to bed, you tell yourself.
You make it through the line and finally…
You make it through the night and finally…
You’re inside.
It’s a new day.
The night is still young, and anything can happen at this point.
The day is very young, and anything can happen at this point.
There is a glimmer of excitement as you enter the club and hear the music.
There is a glimmer of excitement as you enter your living room and see Nevada and Arizona looking cute in blue.
Honestly, the night can go anywhere from here.
Honestly, the election can go anywhere from here.
You’re feeling pretty good after a few dances and a couple drinks, so you decide to head to the ladies’ room for a little break.
You’re feeling pretty good after a few blue states and listening to John King’s soothing voice, so you decide to head to bed for hopefully a less rocky sleep than the night before.
Although you’re feeling a little guilty about the alcohol consumption you’ve had, you know it’s been for a good cause after huge dips in the night when your friends would say and tweet the most ridiculous things.
Although you’re feeling a little guilty about the alcohol consumption you’ve had, you know it’s been for a good cause after huge dips in the day when red would say and tweet the most ridiculous things.
After a much-needed bathroom break, you’re ready for what could potentially be the greatest hour.
After a much-needed good night’s sleep, you’re ready for what could potentially be the greatest day of your life.
Okay, that might be a bit of a stretch but maybe the best hour you’ve had in a club.
Okay, that might be a bit of a stretch but maybe the best day in American history that you’ve played a part in.
After all, it doesn’t take much after that line we waited in
After all, it doesn’t take much after the 4 years we have had.
The next hour felt like the longest hour of my life.
The next day felt like the longest day of my life.
Waiting for a boy to buy me a drink.
Waiting for them to finish counting.
Waiting for a girl to buy me a drink.
Waiting again FOR THEM TO FINISH COUNTING.
Waiting for the DJ to play my favorite song.
Waiting for CNN to tell me what I’ve been waiting for, for 3 whole days.
Not much changes over the next couple hours.
Not much changes over the next couple days.
A few good songs.
A few more votes.
A few bad songs.
A few bad red speeches.
For a moment there I almost left.
For a moment there I almost gave up completely.
And then…
The moment I had been waiting for, for hours.
The moment we have been waiting for, for days.
The climax of the night.
The climax of the year.
That one special moment when the lights become electric.
That one special moment when the world becomes silent.
And it all was worth it.
And it all was worth it.
The long line.
The long week.
The countless shots.
The sleepless nights.
Because in this moment…
Because in this moment…
You feel the base from the music in your heart.
You feel the hope in the world in your heart.
And for a split second.
And for just one split second.
Time stands still.
Time stands still.
And you…
And we…
Are alive.
Are alive.
It was an average Tuesday night.
Or at least we thought it was an average Friday night.
Or at least we thought it was an average Tuesday night.
Except this specific Friday night, we had waited a very long time for.
Except this specific Tuesday night, we had waited a very long time for.
It felt like it ha
d been years that we had waited for this specific Friday night.
It had actually been 4 years that we had waited for this specific Tuesday night.
It started like every other average Friday night.
It started like every other average Election night.
Drinking.
Drinking.
More heavy drinking.
More heavy drinking.
Checking Find my Friends every 15 minutes to see where they are at.
Checking CNN every 15 minutes to see where they are at.
Stuffing your face with food to fuel your body for the night ahead.
Stress eating to fuel your body for the night ahead.
Drinking large amounts of water to hydrate for the amount of drinks you’re about to have.
Drinking large amounts of water to hydrate for the amount of tears you’re about to have.
Rummaging through your closet to find the perfect outfit.
Rummaging through your closet to find the perfect blue outfit.
That perfect outfit that you just know will bring you luck tonight.
That perfect blue outfit that you just know will bring everyone luck tonight.
Scrolling through Instagram to see how many friends are doing exactly what you’re doing
Scrolling through Instagram and unfollowing the ones that aren’t wearing blue or posting blue or saying anything about blue.
Checking Find my Friends one more time to see if Jamie or Daisy are going to make it any time soon.
Checking CNN one more time to see if Florida or Texas are going to make it any time soon.
They’re finally here but don’t look the way you were hoping them to look and make you feel like an idiot for the outfit you picked out.
They’re finally done counting and make you feel like an idiot for thinking they’d ever turn blue.
Instead of changing because it’s too late, you just poor yourself and Jamie and Daisy a shot of something very strong in hopes of forgetting.
Instead of hating everyone that lives in those states, you just poor yourself and Floridians and Texans a shot of something very strong in hopes of forgetting.
Now that you’re all feeling that good amount of buzzed and awake you decide to head out to the club.
Now that you’re all feeling that good amount of drunk and depressed, you decide to change the channel for a while.
Except you must have left at the wrong time because by the time you get there, there is a line the length of California.
Except you must have changed the channel at the wrong time because by the time you turn it back, everything has gone drastically downhill.
Nothing to do now but wait, you tell yourself.
Nothing to do now but go to bed, you tell yourself.
You make it through the line and finally…
You make it through the night and finally…
You’re inside.
It’s a new day.
The night is still young, and anything can happen at this point.
The day is very young, and anything can happen at this point.
There is a glimmer of excitement as you enter the club and hear the music.
There is a glimmer of excitement as you enter your living room and see Nevada and Arizona looking cute in blue.
Honestly, the night can go anywhere from here.
Honestly, the election can go anywhere from here.
You’re feeling pretty good after a few dances and a couple drinks, so you decide to head to the ladies’ room for a little break.
You’re feeling pretty good after a few blue states and listening to John King’s soothing voice, so you decide to head to bed for hopefully a less rocky sleep than the night before.
Although you’re feeling a little guilty about the alcohol consumption you’ve had, you know it’s been for a good cause after huge dips in the night when your friends would say and tweet the most ridiculous things.
Although you’re feeling a little guilty about the alcohol consumption you’ve had, you know it’s been for a good cause after huge dips in the day when red would say and tweet the most ridiculous things.
After a much-needed bathroom break, you’re ready for what could potentially be the greatest hour.
After a much-needed good night’s sleep, you’re ready for what could potentially be the greatest day of your life.
Okay, that might be a bit of a stretch but maybe the best hour you’ve had in a club.
Okay, that might be a bit of a stretch but maybe the best day in American history that you’ve played a part in.
After all, it doesn’t take much after that line we waited in
After all, it doesn’t take much after the 4 years we have had.
The next hour felt like the longest hour of my life.
The next day felt like the longest day of my life.
Waiting for a boy to buy me a drink.
Waiting for them to finish counting.
Waiting for a girl to buy me a drink.
Waiting again FOR THEM TO FINISH COUNTING.
Waiting for the DJ to play my favorite song.
Waiting for CNN to tell me what I’ve been waiting for, for 3 whole days.
Not much changes over the next couple hours.
Not much changes over the next couple days.
A few good songs.
A few more votes.
A few bad songs.
A few bad red speeches.
For a moment there I almost left.
For a moment there I almost gave up completely.
And then…
The moment I had been waiting for, for hours.
The moment we have been waiting for, for days.
The climax of the night.
The climax of the year.
That one special moment when the lights become electric.
That one special moment when the world becomes silent.
And it all was worth it.
And it all was worth it.
The long line.
The long week.
The countless shots.
The sleepless nights.
Because in this moment…
Because in this moment…
You feel the base from the music in your heart.
You feel the hope in the world in your heart.
And for a split second.
And for just one split second.
Time stands still.
Time stands still.
And you…
And we…
Are alive.
Are alive.