are we for real?

Racing to gulp down martinis and bourbons till your throat burns; leaning over to get offers of sips of that nameless face's jug of vodka. Dancing, face pressed against a friend's friend, a semi-stranger, even though there's mutual awareness of someone blissully (and of course ignorantly) fast asleep; giving yourself up to the music, allowing it to take complete control over the gears or your already almost-shamelessly gyrating body.

All that and so much more, as we lose ourselves in a crowd of people who are no longer individuals but mere bodies to us.

Yet, why do we still?