We Went To A 7 AM Dance Party And It Was LIT

Capital Campus | Addie Cox | March 28, 2016

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The Rival staff hit up Daybreaker for a morning and it straight changed us. We sweated. We drank carrot juice. We flooded the streets of the Georgetown Waterfront. It was unreal, surreal, and SO DAMN REAL.

The Rival’s Emily Langlois wrote a dope article on Daybreaker back in November, but for those that haven’t heard of Daybreaker, here’s the skinny.

Daybreaker is a ~morning movement~ both literally and figuratively. Professionals, stay at home parents, and students alike flock to 7 AM weekday dance parties at clubs and restaurants to shake their booties and welcome the day. So far, Daybreaker is posted up in San Fran, L.A., Atlanta, Chicago, Philadelphia, New York, Boston, and D.C. It’s also got events on every continent except Australia and Antarctica (sorry, penguins).

The entire concept of a Daybreaker sounds obnoxiously jarring.

“HEY YOU. Want to wake up at the crack of dawn, sober, dress in neon, and sweat with complete strangers who are all losing their minds on the dance floor?????”

So obviously the Rival had to check it out.

I woke up at 6:00 on a humpday morning and hated myself immediately. The only light in my room was the light reflecting off the neon yellow jacket I was about to put on. I made myself an english muff and headed to campus to meet up with my fellow Rival Daybreakers.

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We’re so beautiful.

The five of us hopped in a Lyft with our driver Jared (s/o to Jared) whose car was so kitted out with charging cables and gum and water bottles, I felt like I was in a swanky spa. We headed to Malmaison in Georgetown where the supposed morning of our life was going down.

Being the prompt snake people we are, we arrived a little early. The pre-dance party yoga session was going on and all the people inside were getting their namaste on. But right at 7AM, with the sunrise just lighting up the sky, the DJ turned the music up and the people started grooving.

Still unsure what exactly we had arrived at, the Rival crew calmly sipped complimentary juices and teas, celebrating our bodies and detoxing from “the man.” And then, the music got to us. It. got. to. us.

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Led by the magnificent, spiritual Haile Supreme, the crowd went wild. Without a drop of liquid courage in them, people were grinning from ear to ear, hugging each other, and yelling. AT 7AM. The dance, the movement of the crowd, was so authentically joyful, no one there could feel unwelcome, undervalued, or unloved. Some deep shit, you guys.

A woman whom I swear on my girl scout honor was 9 months pregnant was dropping it to the floor. A dance off between two working women put my two step to shame. A band came out and blasted trombone and trumpet to the beat of the song. A drummer moon walked across the dance floor. There was also a cowbell.

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Our timid selves got lost in the moment. 2 hours flew by without a second thought. With a half hour left, we flooded the street, cheering on cyclists and runners on their morning run.

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The Rival Steps Up 2 The Streets

My body never stopped moving and even as I write this, I just want to groove. Here’s some tips if you head to future Daybreakers (like the one on 4/20 in D.C.!!):

#1 Eat before and bring snacks for after because your booty is going to be moving.

#2 Use your arms more when dancing. I don’t think I ever realized how little movement is usually involved in my dancing. It’s mostly just my butt. Use those arms! Jump around!

#3 Go with a friend. For the memz.

#4 Go with a stranger. For the new memz.

#5 Be fearless. Let go. It’s too early in the goddamn morning to be worried about how you look.

#6 Follow Daybreaker on instagram for info on event and the dopest inspirational posts you will ever find.

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Daybreaker broke up my day, it broke up my week, and, hopefully, will continue to do so again and again. I have never felt more alive while living in D.C. The energy made me feel confident, powerful, loved, and a part of something bigger than myself. feels

In the wake of the tragic attacks in Brussels, Ankara, and Istanbul, the world is hurting. And there is no perfect way any one of us is going to heal that pain. But moving our bodies, reminding ourselves of the value of our lives, and doing so together makes it all just a little easier to cope with and to extend support to others.