broken glass

There we were, deep inside the bowels of the hip hop club in the late 80's, in a trance like state, boogying down, getting on down, shaking it, owning it, banging it, grooving it. Dance beats where our high, our escape, our bliss, our higher plane where we transported ourselves to, took off to.  I had found a like minded fellow clubber to groove with this night, she was this very cool black Paddo chick, who could move like no other and we would often see each other out and dance and click together, fun times.

There we were, getting on down, shaking it lower and lower to dangerous booty low levels.. I was pushing it harder and harder with her our bodies in total sync with each other as we moved and grooved.  All of a sudden though we somehow came out of sync and i bumped her a little hard and she tumbled over and landed on her arm, which landed on a broken glass.  I helped her get up and could see that she was bleeding already and I remember being pissed off someone had left broken glass on the dance floor.  A friend of hers took her to the bathroom to have a closer look at the wound.  When she came out it was decided that we should take her to the hospital, it looked like it would need stitches. I decided i had to go as well, as it was my fault this accident happened.

We all piled in a taxi and took off from the Hip Hop club to the Sydney hospital emergency waiting room. It had it's usual fill of action and trauma on a Saturday night in Sydney.  We chatted while we waited, it took longer than expected, we laughed at our dancing mishap and the dodginess of the fact there was broken glass around us while we danced.  She got stitched up and we were no longer in the mood for clubbing so said our goodbyes and went our separate ways.  I saw her a couple of times in passing, once on a bus coming back from Bondi in the daytime, I remember being very pleased to see her and reminisced about our mishap and once out at a club again.. no further accidents and no further sightings since then.