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Fun at a science fiction themed nightclub. |
The Zero Gravity Nightclub is our time travel on Saturday night. UFO’s and alien Grays, other dimensions of light and shadow, like the Twilight Zone. Waitresses in tight, gold spandex, and a silver laser ball spreading blue light beams, under which we dance the night away. It’s not too much to ask, among this sprawling miscellany of people. We will sit at the Star Trek bar, where we often see bedraggled, old men who, like Vulcans, never smile. A real big bang this place, with flying saucers overhead, not like the glasses in wooden racks suspended from the ceiling. Enough music from the Internet Jukebox for even beings on distant worlds. The beat is rock, and we get lost in space. Yet Elton John brings us back to Earth with Rocket Man. We have Zero Gravity fun, like we are riding comet tails, like we are warping from planet to planet. Yet the gravity overwhelms, when worlds collide. 40 Lines Writer's Cramp 11-18-17 |