We left home early, so that just in case we hit traffic, we would still get there on time.
We were prepared.
Many of us were eager to enter on time. We, of course, also got the good parking spots.
While others are fashionably (or tactlessly -- whichever your perspective) late.
But better late than never, right? At least they made it!
Alas, everyone is here.
We see some familiar faces, some new.
Beautiful People, smelling good, looking good, brought their best foot forward.
Some dressed to impress.
Some came just for/as eye candy . . . (oftentimes referred to as spectators).
Some just came as they were, didn’t put much effort into their appearance.
Music is playing and it’s good music.
We like the music; the rhythm, the melody, the words.
We even sing along because we know all the words (or almost).
We’re dancing to the music, some people even break a sweat!
At times we start dancing with or near other people around us.
We are just so happy to be here, having a good old time.
People’s hands are lifted, stomping our feet, stepping to the music, clapping.
To be frank, we are glorifying the songs subject . . . because we can relate to it . . . or just because.
Smiling, Laughing, Merry, and Jolly.
We might consume something, we might not.
We might leave in the same way or state we came, we may not.
Lastly, we know we will probably drop some dollars when it’s all said and done. It's expected here, so we're okay with that. We're following the code of conduct, the rules.
Hours have passed but it’s like we don’t want it to end, ever.
A little saddened when it inevitably comes to an end, but we already know the next time we will be back.
We had a good time.
Where are we?
When this life ends, where were we and what were we doing?
To be continued…