I get the same feeling reading that short scene as I do when Stephenie Meyer puts Edward in a sleeveless white button down and khakis for a hike - what the fuck? So I was a little baffled why she thought a nightclub theme would be a good idea for a high school graduation party. Does she even know what actually goes on in places like that??
I figure it's a safe guess that SM has never really stepped foot inside a nightclub nightclub before, mainly because I highly doubt there would be any reason for her to. I'm not busting on anyone's faith or beliefs here but, if I remember correctly, technically she's not even supposed to drink caffeine [note from STY: I have it on good authority that she celebrates her birthday by allowing herself a Coca Cola. Aaaaand suddenly Bella guzzling down numerous Cokes in Port Angeles with Edward takes on a whole new, decadent, risk-taking-vixen-y spin], so I'm pretty sure ecstasy and speedballs are out, too. Plus, she wrote an entire series, like two thousand pages, espousing the virtues of abstinence until marriage, and nightclubs are pretty much all about getting sexed up. We're talking hot-body-contests and mostly-naked-people-dancing-in-cages sexed up.
Look, all I'm saying is that it's probably just not her thang. I'm sure it sounded good to her in theory, but she should have maybe researched it a little bit.
Let me preface this by saying that I have NOT stepped foot inside of a nightclub nightclub in about a decade. I'm more of a "dive bar with questionable sanitation practices" kind of gal these days. Nightclubs? Not so much. There are three reasons for this:
1) I hate techno/dance/trance/jungle/whatever music - and, if memory serves me correctly, that was all they pretty much played back in the day. It sounds like a million evil little robots gang raping my audial senses.
2) The Jersey-Shore/guido to average-fucking-Joe ratio is like 35-to-1 in nightclubs. Orange people frighten me and I can't stand the smell of Jaeger Bombs.
Make it go away! It's scaring me! Actually, it just pisses me off and I went to punch it in its tiny little gonads.
3) I don't dance. I flail. No matter how high on who-knows-what you are, it's still not pretty.
That being said, when I was in my late teens, I trucked my ass into the city on a somewhat regular weekly basis to go "clubbing," specifically to the Limelight. I should point out that "clubbing" to me was dressing all in black and people-watching. Because holy-fucking-shit, people watching was amazing there.
So, there I was, sitting on the shitter, recalling my days of being at the Limelight, with the half-nakedness, the bizarrely dressed club kids dry humping each other and sucking on lollipops and pacifiers, the drag queens doing coke in the bathroom and all other debauchery that went on there and I tried to imagine Stephenie Meyer in the midst of it.
And then I laughed and laughed and laughed.
I'm honestly not even sure why she chose a nightclub theme for the graduation party. It just seemed a tad... not right to me. Has she never seen Party Monster? Or Saturday Night Fever? I really wish she had gone into a little description about her version of nightclub because I bet it doesn't include a 6' 5'' guy who walked around in nothing but a see-through babydoll nightie and a cock ring. Or kids whacked out of their gourds on drugs, wearing some seriously insane and outlandish costumes.
Because my version sure as shit did.