Not Right Now: The 3am 'Fuck Rush'

The decay of social decorum at its finest.


We have all been there. 


You're on the town and things are slowly winding down. 


3am. Flashing lights. 


This is the time where all bets are off and standards are flailed out of the club door as you go in for the kill.


The club witching hour we at HRN / NRN refer to as the 'Fuck Rush' is surprisingly common. It doesn't matter what state / country your from, or what club gets your patronage, next time it hits 3am, you'll see it happen before your very eyes.


Standards hit the sticky dance floor you scan on as trashed and toey men and women alike scour the dwindling crowd for that "you'll do" moment, as they lucked out with a "you're amazing" one. Blinded by hormones, the 'Fuck Rush' can produce catastrophic results, if the hell bent infectee of this perception skewing mind space finds someone equally judgement-hindered.


The 'Fuck Rush' is lucrative. You are a high risk mover and shaker in this mind space, but as they say in the finance world, high risk = high return. However, your hip twisting and booty popping may lead to an awkward arm chew moment in the morning.

Equally awkward is the Failed 'Fuck Rush', where you luck out even during this act of character suicide. This can be awful for the self esteem and produce some damaging results, taking weeks of "am I ugly?" combing of hair and weeping in the mirror to bring you out.


Usually alcohol induced, it is not right now to succumb to the 'Fuck Rush', but definitely hot right now to laugh at someone who has succumbed to its disastrous effects. 


If it hits you, we pity the results, but we advise this with the hope you'll be vigilant and duck when it flies head on at you.


Not right now: Settling. Even Not-er: Explaining a failed attempt to do this to your mates the next day.