26 February 2006

Rave Against the Dying of the Light?

so i went to the house rave at C's last night (caveat: not her idea, she was roped into it by her housemates). interesting. lots of strobage, black lighting, and a canvas of fluorescent paint splotches. some cognitive dissonance: took place in an old farmhouse in arlington virginia.

oh, did i mention the glow-sticks? lots of those. strangely colored adornments.

red bull and vodka.

basically it wasn't a rave at all. the music came not from a dj but from an ipod. slight difference there. and it wasn't trance or house or whatever people called it when THEY ACTUALLY RAVED -- the mid-late 90s. it was just party music. possibly par-TAY music. either way.

it was a house party with glow-sticks. and it turned out to be fun. at least until beer pong commenced -- we could NOT induce a dance-off if our lives depended on it -- and the testosterone started flowing and people (meaning guys who think their masculinity is inextricably linked to winning a damn game played with ping pong balls) got mad at eachother. over beer pong, people?

isn't it bad enough you WANTED TO HAVE A RAVE?

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