Long story (Tunnel rats will appreciate)15 mins to read

[jrb]

As we step out of the subway station on the corner of 28th street and 7th avenue, the feeling of excitement hits me as sharply as the cold, January air.

"Yo, which way is it?" Asks Mark.

"To the right, through the FIT campus, I think." Says Mario.

"Yea, that’s were all the fags learn how to design ugly clothes and paint gay-ass pictures." States Billy.

We all let out a little bit of laughter edged with anxiety

"Wait, let’s stop at this Pizzeria for a bite to eat real quick." Says Donnie

"Sure, whatever you want." I reply in tone marked with anxiousness.

The six of us step into the pizzeria and order some slices and some sodas. As I grow more excited, some nervousness creeps in as well. I let my slice sit there as I sip Sprite from a can. I notice that some of my friends are allowing their pizza to sit and get cold as well. I’m sure that they are feeling the same way I am. After all, we’re in for a big night.

After about 15 minutes of bullshitting and wasting perfectly good pizza, we decide to drop our first hit. Donnie takes the circular shaped pills out of his pocket. They are pinkish-red and resemble alien flying saucers.

"I guess that’s why they are called ‘red ufo’s.’" I think to myself.

We all use what is left of our sodas to swallow the pills. For many of us, this is our first time using ecstasy. A few others have tried it before. None of the veterans, however, have ever used it at the place where we are headed tonight - the place on the other side of the school where fags learn how to design and paint - the place that sits unassumingly on the corner of west 27th street and 12th avenue most of the time.

As we leave the Pizzeria, we head towards FIT and take 28th street over to the next avenue, where we are blocked by housing projects.

"Let’s hang a right and take 27th straight across. I’m pretty sure it goes through." says Mario.

"Whatever you say, Captain." Replies Billy in a wise manner.

As we walk through the streets of Chelsea, we keep our hands in our pockets and our heads down. It’s January 9th and colder than shit in the city as the wind whips around the buildings. As soon as we round the corner onto 27th street and get about a block down, it seems as if we have stepped into another world. The time is 11:00pm on a Saturday night and the streets are swarming with people.

"X, K, coke." Whispers a lone black man who is leaning against a building.

"E…I got the E." States another in a hushed voice.

We ignore them and keep moving. Ahead I notice a line of people leading to a door with a large awning above it that reads TWILO in bold, white letters.

"See that? That’s Twilo. It’s a fag club." Proclaims Billy.

"Anyone wanna stop in?" I say joking (of course).

"Haha. Nah, We’re goin right up there, on the corner of the next block." States Donnie.

We all look ahead at a huge building with loading platforms covered by blue-painted gates. People are lined up outside, heading towards 12th avenue. There are no signs of any sort. It is just a plain building with people hanging all around it.

As we approach the warehouse, the sound of bass begins to faintly ring through the cold air. No one is talking as we move forward with the thump-thump-thump getting more powerful all the way. Finally we hit the corner and the immensity of the place becomes apparent.

"This place runs almost the entire city block, three floors high." Says Billy.

"Damn." I think.

This place is fuckin huuuuuuge." States Jason, speaking for all of us.

We pass several groups of people sitting on the protruding edges of the building, along with an endless line of individuals asking us to buy their product.

"X, K, X, X, X, E, E, E, K, coke." We hear as we pass them, focused on the line in front of us.

We get on the end of the line, which is moving pretty quickly. We step up to a Spanish-looking guy, who stands about 6’6" tall, and hand him our i.d.’s. Although some of us are using fake licenses, all of us are allowed entrance. We step inside and onto another line. This time there are two lines, actually; one for guys and one for girls. We are about to be searched.

As I step in front of the bouncer who is about to violate me, he asks me to remove all items from my pockets and un-zip my jacket. I kindly do so. He frisks me down thoroughly, checking my socks, flipping through my wallet, and grabbing my crotch. It is apparent now that this really is another world. It is a place that has earned its reputation as one of the wildest clubs in the world; a place where anything goes; a place where neither time nor rules exist. I was about to enter….

…The Tunnel.

As I step pass the bouncer, there is yet another line to pay the admission fee. I wait my turn and hand over $25 in return for a ticket. I give my ticket to the collector and step into a barren room. There are some people hanging around, talking and creating a strange echo. As I move forward I notice a stack of televisions ten feet high and five feet wide. The images on the screen are emanating random visions in slow motion, giving the impression that things have already kicked in.

A smile appears on my face as I approach the coat check line. We’re finally in.

We check our coats and pay a $3 fee. Funny how my pockets are feeling pretty light these days. Directly behind the coat check is a large entranceway with a huge bar in direct view. The sound of bass is powerful as it reverberates throughout my chest.

"If you really like to rock the funky beats, rock the rock the funky beats, rock the rock the funky beats…" I can hear pounding on the deafening sound system.

We step through the entranceway and peer down the main dance floor. It seems as long as a football field. The lights are flashing, making it seem bright as day one second, then pitch black the next. The floor is relatively empty, since it is only 11:30 pm.

"Yo, lets go back through there. I wanna show you the ‘fuzzy room’" Yells Billy over the pulsating techno music.

We walk back through the coat check area and down a large hallway. Every 20 feet or so is an alcove with a display of some sort. Mannequins, abstract paintings, mini disco balls and other odd features present themselves behind glass casings.

We stroll past another bar. This one sells only juice and energy drinks and is manned by a bodybuilder-looking guy wearing a Halloween mask. Right past the bar is a velvet rope. No one is there, so we move past it and into another room complete with a small dance floor and a DJ spinning energetic trance music. People are moving to the beat as we look ahead and move past them around a corner into a narrow hallway.

The hallway accesses two rooms, one straight ahead and one off to the left.

As I peer into the room straight ahead, I notice a huge chandelier on the ceiling. The room is lined with couches and a few people hanging around. There are steps on the side leading up to a balcony where a DJ is spinning hard, Chicago house style music.

I look back and notice my friends entering the other room. I catch up to them and walk into the space, which is lighted by pink, green, blue, and purple neon lights. There is a water fountain in the center, and all of the walls are covered with fuzzy material of all colors. There is bar on the far left and a DJ is playing 80’s music.

We sit down and begin to bullshit for a few seconds before a tall man with no shirt approaches us.

"Sorry guys, private party in here tonight." He says in a girlish voice.

"Alright, lets go." States Billy. "This is the fag room anyway."

"Fuckin fags." Says Donnie.

We walk back through the hallway towards the coat check area. I notice a large staircase in front of me.

"Yo, whats down there?" Asks Mario.

"That’s the hip-hop room." Answers Billy. "Let’s check it out.’

We then walk down the staircase, which is flanked by shelves standing 15 feet high and filled with books. Accordingly, they call this room the "library." Rap music fills the area, which includes a bar, small sets of tables and chairs, large fans, and several dance floors.

"Ain’t nothing but a G-thang baaaaby, all these locked-out niggas goin craaaazy…" I hear as the DJ blares the old Snoop Dog track.

We all buy a bottle of water for $4 and sit at one of the tables. As the hip-hop beats continue to pump throughout the room, I begin to like rap more and more. Before I know it, I am standing up, swaying to the sounds. I didn’t feel like sitting anymore and was experiencing a sudden burst of energy.

By this time, my friends were all bopping along, singing the lyrics

"It’s the Method Man, for short Mr. Meth…movin on your left…" We all belt out as I continue to dance.

My body is beginning to feel a slight tingle. The energy is growing and my movements become more and more powerful and enthusiastic.

"This is it." I think to myself.

Everyone is now pumped up and dancing around. Finally we decide to go up to the main dance floor.

We walk up the steps, and my legs are feeling bouncy and light. I bound up the steps with a huge smile on my face, ready to take on The Tunnel at full strength. My mind is racing and I know that this is only the beginning. It’s only going to get better from here.

We all walk past the main bar and down two steps onto the floor. The room is much more packed and the lights are going crazy. Strobes are kicking left and right while alternate flashes of red, blue, and orange lights fill the wide-open space. I find myself having to stop every few seconds, as the dance floor becomes pitch black. Finally we settle on a spot in the middle of the floor towards the left side.

Within seconds I find myself tangled with a girl. Whether or not she was attractive, I couldn’t tell you. I didn’t even matter. I was having the time of my life. I move with her at the pace of the hammering sounds. She is grinding her ass into my crotch forcefully and I am imagining what it would be like to fuck her right on the floor. She turns around and begins rubbing her crotch against mine to beat of the DJ’s track.

"In the beginning, there was house music…then God said, ‘let this house be…progressive…" I hear emanating form the speakers that stand over 10 feet high.

Before I realize what is happening, the girl that I am with slides her tongue into my mouth. We begin kissing while pumping our hips against each other.

"SM Traxx is in the house, in the house, in the house…" Pumps out of the speakers.

The song breaks into an anthem and the floor erupts with energy. The lights are flashing faster than before and I can hear people blowing whistles all around me.

I take my face away from my little dance buddy and look around. Everyone is pumping their fists into the air. Everyone is smiling. The entire floor is moving to the beat together.

Some people are good looking, some are not. Some are good dancers, while others are far from it. Some are dressed in lavish outfits, yet others in sneakers, jeans, and T-shirts. At this place, at this time, it didn’t matter how you danced or what you looked like. We were all in it together.

"The DJ’s make ya move, SM Traxx got the groove…" The song continues

I look back at the girl that I am dancing with and Billy is one the other side of her. We flash a smile at each other and I decide to let him take over so he can get a piece of the action.

I head toward Mario. He looks at me, pointing towards the far staircase leading upstairs. My guess is that he has to use the bathroom. We head through the crowd, mesmerized by the music and disoriented by the lights. Anybody that I come in contact with gives me a hug and a pat on the back. I do the same. When the lights flash, I get a glimpse of faces glowing from sweat and accentuated with smiles. Upon eye contact with individuals we exchange nods of acknowledgment. The feeling is getting stronger and stronger and I begin to sense that things are just starting to heat up.

Mario and I make our way up the steps and I notice a room off to the right with a DJ playing hard trance music. There are couches and tables with chairs lining the space. Everyone is dancing, as usual.

We then enter a narrow hallway tinted with blue lights. Once at the other end, we step into the bathroom. IT is covered with baby-blue tiles and has a small bar in the center. There are sinks on the far ends of both sides. Around each corner are rows of urinals and stalls. It isn’t long before I notice that the bathroom is unisex. There are guys and girls leaning on the sinks, talking at the bar, and dancing to the music, which is being played from the main floor and pumped through speakers on the walls. On the far left is an alcove with benches. I notice a girl with her skirt around her waist riding some lucky guy.

"Wish that was me." I say to Mario.

Haha. Yea, me too. Yo, stand in front of the stall for me, I gotta take a shit." He replies.

Mario goes into the stall to do his business and I hang right in front, determined not to let anyone take a peek, especially the girls. I can’t help but to move to the music and I begin to get hot. Most guys have their shirts off, and I decide that they have the right idea. I take off my white Abercrombie and Fitch T-shirt and tuck it into the front of my pants without skipping a beat. People are passing me left and right. The guys all give me pound or a pat on the shoulder with a smile. The girls give me a quick rub down my chest or a swipe along my lower abs.

"A little lower, sweetheart." I think to myself with a grin.

Finally Mario finishes dropping his deuce and we make for the main floor again. Before we get there, the rest of the guys, Mark, Billy, Jason, and Donnie, run into us at the end of the hallway. We all give each other big pounds and hugs and brag about who got the most.

"Damn Jimmy, that girl on the main floor was busted. Hahaha." States Billy.

"You got with her too, hotshot." I reply.

"Hell Yeaaaaa. I had my hands down her pants and everything." He proudly proclaims.

We give each other slam on the back and change directions, heading towards the room on the opposite end of the bathroom. I can hear bass pounding inside, but it is faster and stronger than any of the other rooms.

"I think that’s the hardcore room" Donnie says. "Lets go in there for a little while until the place heats up downstairs. Then we can go back to the main floor and really start partying."

We go into the room, which is blaring hard, fast paced techno. There are booths and couches around the edges and a dance floor in the middle. A huge mosh pit has formed, and the energy is incredible. Arms, legs, and bodies are flying everywhere in a flurry of violent motion.

"Lets hit that up!" I yell over the sound.

"You got it, brother." Replies Donnie.

Donnie, Billy, and myself head towards the pit while the others head to the tables to take a break and sip on their $4 water. I can’t even imagine taking a break. My energy is still rising and my body feels tingly all over. My hands want to reach out and touch everything I see, especially all of the chicks strutting around half-naked.

As we approach the pit, I feel an adrenaline rush surge through my body. The feeling is getting more intense as I begin to clench my teeth and my fists. The feeling is incredible and I want it to get stronger. I know that I haven’t even peaked yet, and I am anticipating the time when I do. For now, though, I am enjoying the moment. The rush is getting stronger every minute. Every beat brings its own surge of energy and euphoria.

We get to the pit and Donnie and Billy immediately jump in, throwing their fists everywhere. I hop in right after, slamming into them while being tossed by the other participants. Everyone is smiling and having the time of their lives. High-fives are going around along with pounds and slams on the back. We continue to toss each other around for a little while longer when Jason grabs me by putting his arm around my chest.

"Lets hit the main floor and get this shit goin!" He yells with a huge grin on his face.

"Yea, this place is really starin to set the fuck off now!" Adds Mark.

We all slam each other on the back and throw our arms around one another. I am really starting to feel intense now. My jaw is going crazy and I chug my water incessantly. My entire body feels like it wants to dance, run, move, anything to make it feel even better. I feel surges of absolute euphoria running through my body and I feel connected to everyone in the club.

We make it through the blue tinted hallway and down the steps. As we approach the main bar, I realize how packed it has gotten. People are dancing everywhere: on couches, on tables, and there is even a girl in nothing more than a G-string, gyrating on the bar as guys shove dollar bills in her underwear.

The feeling has really hit me now, and I am peaking hard. I can see the main floor, which is packed now, going absolutely crazy.

"Sometimes I feel I’ve got to…run away, I’ve got to…run away…" I hear as the techno version of ‘Tainted Love’ pounds through the system.

Jason hops up in one of the two cages stationed in the center of the dance floor. There are two girls in there with him, and he looks at me, motioning for me to hop in. There are people standing all around it, grabbing the bars and forcing it back and forth on its edges. All of the guys are reaching in and grabbing the girls inside with Jason.

I grab the bars on either side of the entrance and jump inside. Jason and I put our hands on the top and grind with the girls. We are both shirtless and sweat covers our bodies. The girls hang around for a few seconds before deciding that they have had enough. They hop out, leaving Jason and myself. We clench the bars on top tightly and help the people around the outside tip it violently from one edge to the other. After a few minutes of this we decide to hop out and hit one of the chill-out areas to meet some new people.

We round up the fellas and head towards the right side of the dance floor, to the entrance that leads to the large hallway on the side of the club.

We end up in an area with a few couches and a handicap ramp with a railing. Several people are already occupying both the couches and the railing. We stroll over and are immediately welcomed. The people on the couch slide together to make room for some of us to sit, as do the rail-sitters.

I grab a spot on the couch in between a guy and a girl. They guy introduces himself as Joe, from Queens and the girl mentions that her name is Julie and that she is from Long Island.

"You buggin?" They both ask.

"Hell yea. First time." I reply as I point to my chest.

"Alright!" Says Joe.

"Where you from?" Julie asks?

"Staten Island." I answer.

As I put my head back against the couch, I look at the ceiling. It seems weird and disoriented. It is as if it is pulsating to the beat of the music with waves flowing throughout it, from left to right. I look around at the people, and they are moving in slow motion. They are all talking, but I can’t match any of the voices to any particular person. My body feels as if it is floating and I feel weightless. Then, the room begins to spin slowly. Nausea sets in.

"Shit. I don’t feel so hot. I’m getting a little nauseas." I turn and say to Joe.

"Nah, don’t worry. Just go with it. It’ll pass." Answers Joe in a concerned tone. "Just take it like a surfer takes a wave. If he goes against it, it crushes him. But if he flows with it, he can ride it all the way back to the beach."

I take Joe’s advice and breathe deeply. I relax my mind, reminding myself of just how great this experience was. Before long, I feel fine, even better than before.

"Hey, you want a massage?" Asks Julie. "It will feel reallllly good, I promise."

"Sure." I reply.

She spreads her legs and I sit on the floor in between them. I rest my head in her crotch as she begins to rub my shoulders. Her movements become stronger and I feel as if my entire body is becoming more relaxed, pushing me further into euphoria. She creeps her hands down to the small of my back and uses her thumbs to knead my muscles. I feel like moaning in ecstasy. Her hands move around to my chest as she rubs my entire upper body.

"How’s that feel?" She asks.

"Oh my God." I reply.

She then gives me a pat on my upper back, signaling the end of the session. I get up and give her a kiss as a thank-you.

"Anytime, sweetie." She states.

Mario comes up to me and throws my T-shirt on my lap.

"This belong to you, lover-boy?" He asks.

"Yup." I say.

I put my shirt on and stand up. I decide that I’m ready to explore the vast space that is before me. I feel like a kid on Christmas, with so many presents to open that I don’t know where to start.

I make my way down the hall and plop myself between two girls chatting on one of the couches.

"What’s up?" I ask.

"Not much." They reply. "How you feelin?"

"Pretty good." I state with a grin.

"You buggin?" Asks one of the girls.

"Yea, you?"

"Of course. Hey, wanna give me a massage?"

"Absolutely."

The girl sits in between my legs and I begin to rub her back with my thumbs. She is clenching her water bottle tightly and grinding her teeth. She begins to grab my legs, making this a 2-for-1 deal. Her head is swaying back and forth and she is obviously getting turned on. I move my hands to her upper chest, pushing my hands gently into her breasts. She starts to moan faintly and grabs my legs with more strength. I move my hands around the outside of her breasts and she begins to squirm even more. Her friend tells me that she is going to use the bathroom and asks me to keep an eye on her friend.

After a few seconds, the girl stands up and straddles me as I sit on the couch. She leans down and begins to kiss me. I return the favor and continue moving my hands along her torso. I feel her hand creep towards my upper thigh and she begins to rub my crotch. Not a problem with me. I quickly do the same for her, except I put my hand inside her jeans. I can feel that she is wet through her panties as I move my fingers up and down.

A few minutes of this pass before her friend returns and asks the girl to help her find the rest of the group. As quickly as it started, it ends as she gets up and takes her friend’s hand, flashing a smile as she leaves.

I decide to move about the club, hitting the bathroom, the hardcore room, the hip-hop room and any other space I can find. I talk to anyone whom I encounter. Guy or girl, ugly or pretty, it didn’t matter. It was just too much fun.

From time to time I run into some of the fellas, who are all off on their own now as well. Sometimes they are by themselves, sometimes with a girl, sometimes with another group of guys.

Everywhere I go is packed to the brim; the hallways, the staircases, the entranceways.

I make my way back to the main floor. The crowd near the main bar is so large that it takes me a good five minutes to make it past. On the dance floor, the music has momentarily stopped. The lights have gone black. The crowd is yelling.

"10, 10, 10…9, 9, 9…8, 8, 8…" The countdown begins…

Everyone throws their hands in the air, pumping their fists to the count.

"7, 7, 7…6, 6, 6…5, 5, 5…4, 4, 4…" The countdown continues…

The energy is continuing to build. I can feel the intensity of the track fill me up as I allow myself to be consumed by the moment. It seems as if the entire club is on the floor. I am standing shoulder to shoulder with the crowd and throwing my hand in the air as the numbers get smaller.

"3, 3, 3…2, 2, 2…1, 1, 1…" The countdown ends…

It is as if the entire crowd knows what is coming next. Glow sticks fly into the air, along with empty water bottles. The crowd screams. Whistles ring for a split second as the speakers blare…

…"ECSTASY…"

The track erupts into a dark, trancy anthem. The beat kicks in. The song consumes everyone on the dance floor. Girls gyrate their hips forcefully. Guys jump straight up and down, pumping their fists toward the DJ booth overlooking the floor. I notice that several people have climbed atop the cages, on the outside. The crowd continues toss the cage from left to right, causing the climbers to hang on with one hand as they thrust the other one towards the crowd, feeding off of its energy.

Several girls have stepped onto the platforms that flank both sides of the floor, standing four feet high. They move powerfully and pull their shirts up, smiling and sticking their tongues out at the audience in an attempt to garner even more attention. I gladly give them some.

After that powerful experience on the dance floor, I head back towards the main bar to find my boys and bring them out there. As soon as I step off of the floor and up the steps, I feel some of the bounciness and tingly-feeling escape me. My vision becomes a little clearer and I do not seem as disoriented as I was for the past…jeez, how long has it been? I glance down at my chrome Vitesse watch, but the numbers are blurry and the hands are indecipherable. I rub my eyes, but still can’t make out the time.

I approach the bartender and ask what time it is

"20 minutes to 6." He answers.

"Holy shit." I think. "Has it been that long?"

I look over toward the coat check area and notice the rest of the guys already on line to get their jackets.

"Yo, what the fuck?" I yell.

"Let’s go man, it’s almost six in the morning." States Donnie.

I reluctantly push through the line and hand over my ticket.

"Initials?" Asks the attendant.

"J.B." I answer.

She hands me my yellow and blue Nautica jacket and I slip inside of it. It takes a few minutes for everyone to gather their stuff and then we head towards the exit.

Billy opens the door and light floods the room. We all look down to avoid overloading our pupils. The sun is just beginning to rise and it is still colder than shit outside. We step up to one of the many cabs parked in front of the club. Since there is six of us, we split into two groups.

I hop in a cab with Mark and Billy. My mind is still racing, trying to sort out all the events of the previous night. I am already getting excited about returning. It had been more than I ever could imagine and no words can ever describe it.

I let myself sink into the leather seat of the taxi.

"South Ferry." I say to the driver.

"You got it, boss." He replies. "You guys have a good time last night?"

Under the spell of exhaustion and euphoria, I just close my eyes and rest my head back. I don’t even bother trying to answer the guy…

…He just wouldn’t get it anyway…

[sandman1130]

Great story but I mean come on now you did all that on one hit!!! LOL..

[reddog4063]

dude, that was fucken great man.

thats the best 'first post' i've ever read, and it brough back memories....

THANX

Joe

[sheendawg]

GOOD SHIT!! LMAO!!

[jrb]

Thanks for the kind words, I worked hard on that story over the past few nights.

It is all true. It was my first time doing you know what at you know where. January 9, 1999

I was lucky to hit the Tunnel on the tail end of its life, and probably got there about 5 times before it went down the tubes.

After seeing the post on the party that was supposedly at the Tunnel, i caught the bug (no pun intended), popped in my George Acosta CD and began typing....too bad the formating didnt come through on here, I think it made the project better.

I hope it gives you all a chance to relive the experience for a moment in some way, or provides new comers with a gimplse of what it was like. Either way, hopefully you will laugh a little and find yourself saying, "Oh shit, I remember that!!!" or "Haha, I know exactly what he is saying!!!"

Keep the ctiticism coming...and thanks for reading. Have a safe and happy holiday.

J.R.B.

[sandman1130]

George Acosta? LoL!!! Hes Horrible!!!, You def had a great story Ill give you that, and yes it does bring back memorys but when you walked passed "TWILO" (The greatest club EVER to pass in New York in my mind and many others) and your boy said its a "GAY CLUB", god if you only knew what you were missing out on then....LOL But still a great story!!! lol lol......

[msoprano]

FACE DOWN ASS UP THATS THE WAY WE LIKE TO FUCK!!!!!!!!!!

TUNNEL STYLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!

shit did that story ever bring back memories.....

no club will ever compare to the tunnel.....

those who know know

[ou812]

1999 huh?.....................you shoulda seen that hell-hole back in like 94-96..................

[Ronin]

i can't believe that I never went there.

[glowgrlnyc]

good story...but...its more about a guido from Staten Island trying

to get laid @ The TUNNEL, rather than it being about you first ritualistic experience @ this legentary club...Im sorry if you feel offended, but The Tunnel means a lot more to me than a just a "Good Piece of ass" .....To me The Tunnel was my Church and The music it introduced me to has

become my Religion...

Psffffff.....

"ass grabbing,Pelvic Dry Humping Grinding Dance STyle Techniqued" Type guys.......

sorry....I just had to get that out.... forgive me if i was rude...i apologize in advance

Also... "saying FAG this and FAG that"...and puting people

down by you and your friends pathetic narrowminded stereotypical judgements is seriously very sad...

open your mind, and leave your Shirt on...

[jrb]

Glowgrl,

I am sorry if I offended you or anyone else with the story.

I tried to be as honest as possible, presenting the characters, feelings, and actions as accurately as I could. I personally have nothing against gays, but the guy cracked a few off-color comments. It is not meant to be taken personally.

My intention is to throw the whole story out there so that the most people could relate to it, and I feel bad that it didnt sit right with you.

I realize that parts may be offensive to some people, while others may laugh out loud. Either way, I wrote as honestly as I could, despite the fact that I would not be involved with some of those situations today.

I am also sorry if I offended your "church" or your "religion."

have a good holiday

J.R.B.

[ou812]

Originally posted by glowgrlnyc

good story...but...its more about a guido from Staten Island trying

to get laid @ The TUNNEL, rather than it being about you first ritualistic experience @ this legentary club...Im sorry if you feel offended, but The Tunnel means a lot more to me than a just a "Good Piece of ass" .....To me The Tunnel was my Church and The music it introduced me to has

become my Religion..................

:laugh:

Sorry, that just made me burst into laughter.

[highmay]

Originally posted by jrb

It is all true. It was my first time doing you know what at you know where. January 9, 1999

I was lucky to hit the Tunnel on the tail end of its life, and probably got there about 5 times before it went down the tubes.

wow...my very first club night was NYE 98 at the tunnel...this story took place 10 days after my odessy at the club...

very good portrayal...and i know EXACTLY what you mean when you described the crowd reaction when "Got The Groove" was playing...

[gqraver]

Long first post. Interesting story, but you make it sound like some standard Bridge and Tunnel club where everyone is drunk and fucked up trying to get with each other and Louie Devito's CD is being spun all night. Don't get me wrong, I've defintely had those nights, just never there. Maybe cuz I used to go to Tunnel back 95 - 97, but my experience was nothing like yours.

Clubkids dressing up, dark fashion show at midnight, hard beats, little alcove parties, break dancers later in the night, pure energy, dancing and sweat...that's what I remember.

peace

[glowgrlnyc]

Originally posted by gqraver

Long first post. Interesting story, but you make it sound like some standard Bridge and Tunnel club where everyone is drunk and fucked up trying to get with each other and Louie Devito's CD is being spun all night. Don't get me wrong, I've defintely had those nights, just never there. Maybe cuz I used to go to Tunnel back 95 - 97, but my experience was nothing like yours.

Clubkids dressing up, dark fashion show at midnight, hard beats, little alcove parties, break dancers later in the night, pure energy, dancing and sweat...that's what I remember.

peace

Exactly

I guess back in 1995-97 The Tunnel was a bit different...

[elementx]

Originally posted by glowgrlnyc

Exactly

I guess back in 1995-97 The Tunnel was a bit different...

1997 Had to be the best year at the tunnel... I believe there was a post about all the tracks that came out around that time... The good ole days... From the VIP Area over looking the dance floor. To the fuzzy room at like 5AM. The hip hop room which had the never ending aroma of weed. That fucking air conditioner or fan that over hung the dance floor down there on the wall... Yeah my head definately had bad memories there... The wonderful 45 min or more coat check... The black room upstairs right above the main floor which normally was about 20 degrees below zero... Great place to chill for a minute or 2 when you were too fucked up... To the hard core techno room... I don't know I was never able to stay in this room too long... I felt like the speakers were playing battle with my brain... Off to the unisex bathroom which was normally Flooded... Half the night it was closed unless you had a fuckin row boat... Besides the main dance floor my favorite 2 places in the club had to be that long hallway... And the entrance area... I had many of good conversations with people in that place... 1,000's of people... I would say out of the 100's of times that I had gone... The vibe in that place on the DTOUR nights was absolutely incredible... None like it... I probably ran into and or talk to a bunch of CP heads and don't remember today... But it is always possible... I also had my first ever

X-perience here... Wondering if I should post it as another thread... Hmmm Idea... But then it will get bumped into the substance forum... And it is really about a club experience... Ahhh what ever... I will think about it...

All in All Tunnel = Good Times...

Oh and lets not forget the Dead Chicken hanging in the wall in the hall by the bathroom...

[glowgrlnyc]

Originally posted by elementx

1997 Had to be the best year at the tunnel... I believe there was a post about all the tracks that came out around that time... The good ole days... From the VIP Area over looking the dance floor. To the fuzzy room at like 5AM. The hip hop room which had the never ending aroma of weed. That fucking air conditioner or fan that over hung the dance floor down there on the wall... Yeah my head definately had bad memories there... The wonderful 45 min or more coat check... The black room upstairs right above the main floor which normally was about 20 degrees below zero... Great place to chill for a minute or 2 when you were too fucked up... To the hard core techno room... I don't know I was never able to stay in this room too long... I felt like the speakers were playing battle with my brain... Off to the unisex bathroom which was normally Flooded... Half the night it was closed unless you had a fuckin row boat... Besides the main dance floor my favorite 2 places in the club had to be that long hallway... And the entrance area... I had many of good conversations with people in that place... 1,000's of people... I would say out of the 100's of times that I had gone... The vibe in that place on the DTOUR nights was absolutely incredible... None like it... I probably ran into and or talk to a bunch of CP heads and don't remember today... But it is always possible... I also had my first ever

X-perience here... Wondering if I should post it as another thread... Hmmm Idea... But then it will get bumped into the substance forum... And it is really about a club experience... Ahhh what ever... I will think about it...

All in All Tunnel = Good Times...

Oh and lets not forget the Dead Chicken hanging in the wall in the hall by the bathroom...

:)

Now thats the Tunnel I remember... Ive had my best experiences in there...sitting inside the speaker with my eyes closed listening to "Nightmare" .........ahhhh.....i miss the Tunnel...

[mattm2o]

Too Bad Your Homophobic!

Because,

Tunnel was great!

BUT TWILO WAS LEGENDARY!

(Just a note 2/3 of the Dance Music and Club Industry is Gay)

[sandman1130]

YEs tunnel was great , but like previosuly stated TWILO was LENGENDARY!!!!!! Only the best graced those decks.

[elementx]

Personally as a staight male... I still think a gay croud throws an incredible party... I had gone to Twilo on many occasions with a few people that I worked with back in the day at a Catering Hall... Of course a couple of them were gay and Twilo regulars... And I never had a bad time there... Music was always on Key and never had any bad confrontations... And when they know you are straight they leave you alone... Unless of course you make them over aware that you are not into that type of shit... Hence staring at shit going on around you that makes you uncomfortable on any normal occasion. Which throws the wrong vibe into the party... They did not like that... I sensed this the first time I had gone... And a friend of mine told me just don't look like you are out of place and you will be fine... And after that I just closed my mind to the things going on around me and had a ball... And never got bothered... I didn't go very often... Because my party was DTOUR... And or any other event at Tunnel... But I did go on occasion to change the pace... And it was quite an interesting journey...

[elementx]

Originally posted by sandman1130

YEs tunnel was great , but like previosuly stated TWILO was LENGENDARY!!!!!! Only the best graced those decks.

And as far as Tunnel... Are you insisting that Danny Is not one of the best???

[elementx]

Originally posted by glowgrlnyc

:)

Now thats the Tunnel I remember... Ive had my best experiences in there...sitting inside the speaker with my eyes closed listening to "Nightmare" .........ahhhh.....i miss the Tunnel...

LoL I remember my friends girl was sitting in the speaker when Fright Train came on ... And it was not bad until the fuckin Airhorn blaired through the speaker... I never saw someone jump so fast to get away from something... I think she almost shit herself...

Ahhh the memories...

[JonStephen]

Great story......that shit made me jar back some memories of that place.

10,9,8,..........1.........ECCCSSSSTTAAAACCCYYYYYYYYY

Off the hook......good shit bringin that back

[sandman1130]

Personally, I dont like Danny T, im not saying in anyway that he isnt one of the best because he is ,but he just dosnt do it for me but hey thats my own opinion, Ive seen Danny tear it many times and had some great times going out to see danny, but when it all comes down to it for me there is still something missing that i just dont care for him that much, sorry if my post was sounding like i was putting danny down or the tunnel down cause im not, just not my taste. And i prefered Twilo even though tunnel was sick!!!

[jrb]

I wish i could have had a chance to get around back in the early and mid 90's. But 99 was the year I was given, and I did my best to make the most of it, as many people my age have done.

After that first experience, I would spend my nights roaming the club looking for new people to talk to and I still speak with a few people I met back then. It definately helped get a normally shy guy out of his shell.

As far as being a member of the B and T crowd, I think that a large portion of the crowd was comprised of these people. Especially Long Island and Jersey. As far as my experience goes, thats who helped make the place wild.

Too bad its over now.

jrb