On the door guy:
"Y'know the door guy sets the whole night," Kid C. (y'know, I have a hard time calling him by his DJ name, from now on, it's just Carlos) remarked.
The door guy at Circus on Saturday night was a big, athletic guy with a winning smile who high-fived and/or bear-hugged everyone who walked inside. Friendly is a personality-trait not often associated with the guards of entry at L.A. nightclubs. I suppose, though, that friendly is in order at clubs catering to folks raised on P.L.U.R.

On the trance room:
"Is it really packed in there?" Carlos asked.
"Yeah, like Mark Farina at Coachella packed," I answered.
The main room at Circus is the size of three hipster bars and lined with mirrors so that a crowd of about 1,200 looks to be closer to 4,000.
"Wow, this is Coachella packed."
After walking around the room, I started dancing.
"You need some glo-sticks."
"I don't think I have the coordination for glo-sticks. Look at that guy with the flags!"
I nudged Carlos in the direction of a guy doing the glo-stick dance with fluorescent flags with neon posts.
"What did you guys call the girls who twirled the flags with the band in high school?" Carlos asked.
"Tall flags."
"Yeah, we had those too. They were kind of nerdy, weren't they?"
"I was friends with most of them."
"Band was pretty nerdy too."
"I was friends with most of those kids as well."

On closing the bar at 1:30 a.m.:
"They closed the bar already," Carlos exclaimed.
"I having a feeling this really isn't an alcohol sort of crowd," I said while taking note of the plethora kids wearing little more than Ewok boots.

On the music:
"Do you even know what Nelson is playing?"
"No, but it sounds German."
Truth is, by the time our friend Nelson took over the decks, at 2:00 a.m., I had already danced for two hours and was preparing for another two hours of "non-stop ecstatic dancing." I had lost all perception of time and certainly was in no state to trainspot. After hearing Juliet's "Avalon," a remix of Starsailor's "4 to the Floor" (I think the Jacque Lu Cont mix) and a white label mix of "Pump up the Jam" I stopped paying attention to anything more than a consistent rhythm. I think that's the mark of a good night.