The Manor is crowded on Friday, November 2, like it usually is every year. The club is always busy on Halloween week, filled with crazy people who like the crowd and booze, mostly college students from nearby schools and dorms, so security is doubled this week, and our staff is reminded to be cautious and look out for anyone instigating commotion. There are a lot of patrons like those this time of the year.
So far, everything seems under control ten minutes before midnight. I'm on the second floor, leaning on the railing—the dance floor below me and bumping bodies on the second floor hyper all around me. I've been approached by four women in the last fifteen minutes, all of them looking for a good time. This time last year, I'd probably accept the invitation, but I'm too preoccupied with watching Malia from up here.
[ Song: Obsessed - Zandros ]
