Clubbing Package Pt.7. Boston Cruise & GoldFish

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FYI, I took a look at the ocean this time.

Ocean is eye-opening.

I need a reason to storm out of the office on a Friday night, so there was Goldfish and the boat again. I listened to their set on Instagram, and the mixing of house and Saxophone is interesting. Almost country-house. So I got the tickets.

Pregame

I carried a shooter with me in the Uber. The shared rider girl asked if I wanted a piece chocolate. She was sweet. So sweet that I almost felt guilty when the car hit an abrupt stop, and the shooter fell out of my pocket and rolled over near her feet.

Oops.

I drank up the shooter 50 meters away from the door. Don’t pregame under the bouncer’s nose. This is clubbing 101 that I forgot about a month later. But that is a story for later.

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The bouncer took a piece of zyn out of the zyn pouch from a group of girls and let them in. He put it straight in his mouth…

The same bouncer found the vape from some girls. He asked, Is it sweet? The girls shook their heads. I almost thought the bouncer was going to take a puff. I am glad he didn’t.

Opener DJ

The opener DJ was a hot girl. Again, she clearly loves what she is doing. Later, I followed her on Instagram and found out that it took her one year to become an opener for headliners from a GA raver. Inspirational, truly.

I didn’t keep a tracklist. She played the usual bangers. Maybe some deep house. Feel My Needs. That’s one I really remember.

Goldfish

It was not so much of a hype experience, as the Goldfish group was being musically innovative. Saxophone, electronic keyboards and flute paired up with live electronic keyboards seemed really creative. They are expressive musicians, and I can’t help to have a sense of awe.

Not the Goldfish you eat.

It started raining, but somehow still with a piece of falling sun. Drizzles were chill, but the sea breeze was a bit harsh. Luckily the radiation coming from all those humans neutralized it out.

Strangers

Some promoters were passing signed stickers around. I should have gotten one. A stranger asked me what the big stickers were. I told him it was autographed stickers, and he seemed impressed.

My safe spot was the pillar beside the trash can. A stranger asked me to help throw his empty beer cup into the trash can. Karma++.

I had a new set of press-on nails ready, but they kept falling. Can’t complain! It’s under a dollar, so it is either ugly or brittle.

Which one would you choose.

I kept checking my fragile press-on nails. A dude asked me, Did you break your nails? My friend likes your nails! Later, he called his friend over to specifically check on my nails. She said, Those are gorgeous! Hehe.

The dude also said, I like your top! Is it leather?

I said, I don’t know what it is, but it is like 5 dollars!

Both of us burst into huge laughter, and we high-fived each other.

Goldfish played the intro lead of Seven Nation Army, and I could feel my blood rattling inside my nerves.

I overheard 2 dudes in front of me chatting about festivals. Keywords: Chicago, Montreal popped out. I asked them if they are going to Chicago for Lollapalooza? Dom Dolly and Mau P are going to be there. They said nah, but they are going to Montreal to see John Summit. I said, ah, I was planning on going if it weren’t for the Visa issue.

You have an American Visa, right?

Yeah.

One of them shrugged: Just drive across the border. Chilling.

After Party

I kept walking until I reached Seaport, which was hosting some Boston Cisco Beer gallery, or whatever that was called. Once upon a time, a frog told me he used to walk without music at 4 am to relieve some stress, and somehow I started doing that instead at 10 pm. Walking randomly in Boston after the cruise had become my new tradition.

Nice view chill vibes.

I met a product manager from a nearby company. He said his name is Moses. He was funny and a bit fruity. We talked for a bit and departed. He thought I was 26 or 27. I don’t know if that was a compliment, but I give kudos to the $5 leather top, if that was really leather.

I admit it was not very safe.

I kept roaming on the street until it started feeling spooky. The subway was empty with echos, and I was crossing fingers to a good night. Jiayi was very worried as she was facetiming me — take the fucking Uber, Nancy. Can you listen to you dear sister?

Again I admit it was not very safe.

I mean, I really should, but it is literally Boston. I think I am way too naive in this cruel world, but I will live. And I did live. I reached home. Good night! Till next time, and many many more.

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Published 03 Jul 2025