The story of how I found my rhythm, as told mostly in 15-minute increments. Note how it started out as a normal moderately anti-social evening but progressed into something beautiful, something special. Clubbing required me to travel lightweight (no camera) because when the music flows through your blood you can’t be weighed down…you can’t be restrained. The few photos I have were taken with my cellular. Edit: Françoise was a genius French guy we met; originally this was going to have more to do with him, hence the title which is now just misleading. Act I: contemplation and decision 19:00 – Exhausted, ready to go to bed. 19:15 – Met new friend Scott. 19:30 – Friend Scott told me I should go clubbing with him and some friends since I mentioned networking has never been my strong point. 19:45 –…