We went to that "Giant Warehouse Party" (IE A rave) last night. It was fun. But everyone was so young and the person I ended up talking to the most was a twenty eight year old bisexual puppeteer who finally asked me if I was gay- you know like your friends are? I said no but felt bad because the guy was so nice!
I don't have any pictures yet because my friend P took three hundred shots in two hours and I did not want anything to do with touching a camera. Ill post the best as soon as I get them.
A pack of Menthols, some boring drum and bass and some monster electro buildups. The kids are still alright- I remember standing watching six teenagers doing lightshows in a circle and when I look up someone gave me that look-before we were jaded twenty three year olds, this used to be us.
Someone had a "medical" emergency during the party-I guess the kid was drunk and tripping, past out from booze and mdma with no pulse until he suddenly sat bolt upright and sprinted away, to go god knows where.
My friend P (who happens to be thirteen years older then me) somehow witnessed this all occur and within an hour made friends with all of the security guards, the person throwing the party and two of the DJ's, all of the hot girls and all of the hot girls boyfriends.
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