Some of this post about Saturday night may be a little fuzzy because I didn’t get to bed until 5 a.m.

Congratulations to Julia and her crew for the success of the Momentum show last night.

The show was so high energy, the crowd so high energy, that I was jacked up and excited and unable to stay still for hours afterward.

Good thing there was a rock your world afterparty at Nova to work off some of that juice.

Even then, I was jacked up and joined others at various places for coffee (just what I needed) until about 4 a.m.

For a poor schlubb like me who doesn’t drink and didn’t have a date on a Saturday night, it was just about as much fun as a guy can have.

There was so much going on at the Momentum show, I hardly know where to start — bands, poetry, performance art, dancers, installations, paintings, sculpture, beautiful people well dressed and hardly dressed, buzz buzzz and buzzzzzzz.

A couple dozen rooms of art, each room a revelation and a discrete encounter with young and high energy artistic minds.

At least four different bands played and played loud and well. People danced and boogied in place on their feet as if to dance. Swirls of people, cellphones and loud talk, whispers and people holding hands and caressing, jammed up on the staircase and lined up for the bathrooms.

You turn a corner or walk through a doorway and get pounced upon by someone you know well or just barely. Or maybe you’re a tall blonde named Carey I just had to tell looked wonderful in her form fitting leopard print long dress.

Brightly hued found object robots provided cover for a stomach crawling military figure that might “die” in a pool of blood before your eyes.

While one band disassembled and another set up, two young women in white tees and black slacks began a modern dance with a swing as a prop.

“Erika West” boomed over a microphone from a sound room next to the big bar upstairs, reading prose or poetry, standing in her black dress and high heel boots behind thick glass, unattainable as always.

there were films and animations with free flowing audiences sitting and watching for awhile and leaving and coming as disjointedly as the stories on the screens.

Even the art that wasn’t so good showed promise and energy and enthusiasm for creativity.

Every few steps I ran into someone I knew. Oklahoma City’s such a small town. New friends and old friends, but the best part in my opinion was that it was NOT the Gang of 500 you see time after time at every art opening. Hundreds of young faces!!! It was a happening. An event. Spontaneity sizzled through the rooms. I had a couple of internet friends from Norman that I actually recognized and got to meet in person for the first time, always a treat.

Sensory overload.

And it all spilled over into Nova after midnight.

The nightspot filled up with merrymakers from Momentum with a smattering of the very cool who were just there and a dollup of Jon Bon Jovi concertgoers.

I sat next to the door with the Oz and Debster and Tim the hypnotist and knew about one in five that came in. The smoking tent was full. A dozen Asians and others crammed into the VIP room watching a huge flat screen. Blondes shimmied in the bar area. Squealing young women with abundant breasts snaked through the tables behind the bar. Only one hip hop rhythm seemed to dominate the DJ’s turntable, bass thumping through your lungs and behind your eyes.

When they turned the lights on for last call sometime around 1:30 a.m., it seemed for awhile that the crowd would rebel and refuse to leave. It was that kind of night. You didn’t want it to be over.

I slid into IHOP about 3 a.m. for breakfast with the lovely Juliet and we were briefly joined by one of her posse with the inevitable teary eyed boy trouble of the young and the restless. Kat with a K found a table in smoking with her roommates so I didn’t have to just stand in a corner and puff by myself. Even IHOP was full to the gills, every parking place full, every table overflowing.

Oh, and I saw the redoubtable Thomas of Raffine in his ballcap and he chided me for not mentioning that I’d seen him on Paseo the other night in the company of a gorgeous red head with long curly hair.