"Nostalgia - it's delicate, but potent. Teddy told me that in Greek, "nostalgia" literally means "the pain from an old wound." It's a twinge in your heart far more powerful than memory alone. This device isn't a spaceship, it's a time machine. It goes backwards, and forwards... it takes us to a place where we ache to go again. It's not called the wheel, it's called the carousel. It let's us travel the way a child travels - around and around, and back home again, to a place where we know are loved."
---Don Draper, "Mad Men"
Once upon a time, there was a magical land called Malate. People from all over would travel to the enchanted kingdom to witness its wonders: stunning beautiful boys, men with rock hard bodies, dancing boys on the ledge.
It was captivating, magical, and ethereal. And lording over it all, standing on top of the mountain was Bed.
Bed celebrated its seventh year last weekend. Seven years… has it been that long?
I spotted FMV at the club.
"Hey FMV, how are you?," I said to him and hugged him. "I can't believe it. It's been seven years. Wait, I met you here seven years ago."
"Yeah. Imagine, I was only 18 then," he said.
"OMG! You were 18? You were just a kid," I replied.
"Well, I'm no longer that kid you used to know," he said, laughing.
I suddenly felt nostalgic. I stood at the dance floor and I remembered my friends; the ones no longer there.
I remembered the men I met at the club through the years, all those boys I kissed, dated, slept with. I thought of old friends and acquaintances who have disappeared and returned.
My friends and I may enjoy going to other clubs every now and then, we may stop going out for months, but I realize this is where we will always come back.
People can be snobbish, the drinks may be expensive, but it is the memories we have made here, the hearts broken, the hopes rekindled that will forever tie us to this place. It is our Studio 54, our CopaCabana.
And though things will never be the same again, it can still be as magical and as amazing as that first night you clicked your shoes three times, and saw fairyland for the very first time.
"We were both young when I first saw you
I close my eyes and the flashback starts
I'm standing there"
---Taylor Swift, "Love Story"
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