I just read a story about the University of Chicago scavenger hunt and the “collective effervescence” that the kids who did it felt from being together.
Collective effervescences is the idea that you feed off of other people in social situations, you pick up their high.
Last night, the guys I work with and I got driven up to LA to go to a Red Bull. This is semi-normal in my line of work, but now that I live in So Cal it feels like it’s on another level. I changed into a neon dress and shoes that make me six feet tall in the bathroom at the office and we got carted north. We took awkward pictures on the red carpet and jumped on the open bar. There were gluten free donuts, which is stupid.
Urkle was there when we showed up, and Kim Kardashian’s ex-husband came in behind us. B-grade celebrities don’t show up at parties in Boulder. It was funny and then it was weird. I was not collectively effervescing, even though Urkle was surprisingly charming. I’m not sure who feels in their element at that kind of party; the pretty girls who seemed to have been paid to be there were bitching in the bathroom.
But I like that idea of a party high, I think it’s why I like weddings, and dancing, and why I said yes yesterday.