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"Party like every day is your last "

What is raving all about?

Raving is aobut a random nameless kid on the street glancing at my bacelets, smiling
bright and passing me this bright coloured flyer without a word, and then dissappearing
into the crowd again.

Raving is about spending hours gazing at this psychadelic flyer and memorizing the DJ list
and trying to convince all my kids that they have just GOT to come to this phat party that
I’m so psyched about

Raving is about the day of the party being FINALLY HERE and dancing through the whole
morning on this happy cloud of anticipation and driving my friends and loved ones insane
with my irrepressible cheer

Raving is about spending three hours before the party donning party gear and applying the
necassary pounds of glitter, fairy wings, glowing star stickers to the toes of my boots,
brand new ready to give away candy on my wrists, and plastic rhine stones from the fabric
store stuck onto my cheeks and brow with the nail glue that clearly reads on the label
"AVIOD CONTACT WITH SKIN"

Raving is about the long drive there in a teeny car packed way over capacity with party
kids all as psyched and joyous as i am, our elbows jolsting, the techno music thumping,
the laughter warming the car when the broken heater cant and the absolutely ridiculous
assembly line procedure of passing a a cigarette from one end of the cramped car to the
other so it can get ashed out of the only not frozen shut window

Raving is about the parkin lot outside, with kids hockin thier various chemical wares with
little subtlet, where i stand admiring the packs of party kids as they migrate towards the
venue, grinning and shouting out to familiar faces... and past the sea of parked cars i
hear tendrils of very faint music thumping over the horizon and it weaves into my brain
this tapestry of anticipation until i am bouncing in circles around the car waiting for
everybody else to get their shit together already so we can GET TO THE PARTY!!!!!

Raving is about the immediate five people ahead and behind u in the long ass line to get
in, as together you shiver, swap intro’s, bracelets and small talk, holler futiltly at
cutters, and later contemplate how amazing it is that you have these new friendships and
owe it all to proximity and circumstance

Raving is about the suspense as the security pats u down and comes sooooo close to ur
stash but then here hands slowly move away and u get this tingle happy thrill when they
boredely wave u through and you dance past her into the crowd

Raving is about.... ur in O god Awe

Raving is about overcoming those initial standstill moments of drinking it all in, lettin
the pulse of music and the vibe wash over silly dumbstruck u... and then slowly it pulls
at u until u find yourself one with the crowd, dancing wild and drunk on bliss

Raving is about here, u r soo cool, have a bracelet! ur visor is so nekkid, have a star!
u lost ur blinky? have a blow pop! this is ur first rave? have a bracelet a huge hug
and a fabulous time!!!!

Raving is about... where r they selling glowsticks?????

Raving is about ohh u r soo cool. i love u to death, lets trade numbers and email adresses
so we can keep in touch... oh shit i dont have a pen (then like 6 ppl pull one out!!)

Raving is about the music

Raving is about the girl lost in the music dancing like she’s the only one in the room, or
she’s one with the room and a whole or somewhere in between. its about the boy who’s
hypnotized a whole circle of on lookers with his insane and beautiful liquids and is so
entranced himself that he hasnt even noticed his audience. its about the DJ who’s world
has become his little place behind the scene where he’s spinnin out rhythms and the
turntable have become and extension of his soul, his sense of purpose.

Raving is about hitting the first stage of exhaustion after hours of hard dancing and
surging adreneline, and stumbling to the chill out room and finding a little niche to
sprawl out with someone u love and rub each others shoulder and let empathy for him or her
fill ur heart to bursting

Raving is about getting ur second wind and tugging that person up again to rush back out
and join the crowd

Raving is about helpin out the kid who’s sick in the bathroom, finding them some candy
sugar to help them come down a bit, tyin back loose hair and fanning them with a flyer
tellin them they’ll be fine

Raving is about seeing that kid again hours later all recovered and happy and flashing u a
secret smile of thanx as u pass by

Raving is about the flash of regret as u realize the crowd has thinned out and u’v nearly
pushed urself to ur physical limits and that the sun is probly lightling up the eastern
horizon

Raving is about sleeping peacefully on the ride home cheek to the shoulder of a loved one

Raving is about the next day of recovery, achey and zombie-brained and full of crazy
bright memories (well most of them)

Raving is about doin it all again next weekend

find what u luv, luv what u find



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