|Feeling the Rave
||[Jul. 2nd, 2005|10:05 am]
Last night I got a call at 8:30 that the soundman hadn't showed up at Gabe's, and could I come down and hook shit up. So yeah, sure, I hadn't planned on going out but I didn't really have anything better to do. The line-up was 3 local DJs and a guy who calls himself Locutus. Surprisingly it was one of those 'all the planets converge' nights -- a not-too-huge crowd of up-for-it people showed up, all the DJs played entertaining sets, and much sweaty dancing and smiling ensued. I really was feeling the whole experience a lot more than I was most of the time at Fuse-In.|
It was also a night when a lot of people I knew got sloppily, cheerfully drunk. I rode to the afterparty because it's a couple of blocks from my house, and I had to leave pretty soon because I wasn't drunk enough to fully appreciate the conversations going on. There were 20 people in the house, all talking complete non sequitir crack past each other. It was like a pinball game going multiball, if you can imagine a bunch of 20-something post-ravers as the balls.