I rarely go out to clubs to go dancing. It’s so hectic on the dancefloor, I hate waiting in line to buy drinks at the bar, and I despise the idea of paying cover to get into an establishment. I’m much more of a laid back bar sort of person, because I like to relax while I have a drink and talk to my friends at a normal speaking volume, however, the other afternoon I was convinced to go out with my friends to the local gay bar for a late night of dancing. It was worse than I expected; when my friend and I walked in, my friend and I quickly found out that their Heating, Ventilation and A/C component had failed that afternoon. Suddenly it made sense why there wasn’t cover at the door, because without A/C it was ungodly warm inside. Here my friend and I were on the dance floor, with dozens of bodies acting like miniature boilers, and there was no relief from the heat via ventilation or air conditioner. Everyone was so disgustingly sweaty, and it was frankly dangerous to be dancing in the heat like that. At one point I had to go outside to get some cool air, because I simply couldn’t breath in the stagnant indoor air. My buddy and I even sat in my car with the A/C blasting to cool ourselves down when my neighbor started feeling sick to her stomach. The air from my little air vents was so relieving that it was incredibly taxing to go back into the sweltering heat. I hope they get their Heating, Ventilation and A/C repairman out soon, because otherwise no one is going to go dancing anytime soon.