Rave

I have several friends who are either "in to" or "apart of" the rave scene in some way or another. This could mean that they host the events, are DJs, dancers, or close friends/relatives of the hosts/dj/dancer persons. These relationships I have with these people gives me an "in" to these events. I have never been to one before this past Friday.

Crowds are not my fave. I dislike people I do not know touching me or getting into my space. I find that my space bubble is much bigger than the average person and therefore am bothered by the amount of people who attend these events.

The drug scene.... this is not my style.  I don't really care what the "rave family" says about not  being on drugs or if they say you can be apart of this lifestyle without the drugs because I have yet to find one single person who ACTUALLY  lives and stands by that statement. I have no desire to hinder, stop, or slow down my brains ability to grow. I have way too many other things to do with my life then feel "good" for a short period of time while one to several drugs take over my body. Plus, I enjoy being in control. I'd rather chemicals not have control over me.

Walking to the venue were two of the go-go dancers. I understand that go-go dancers wear little clothing and this is part of their appeal and why they were in fact hired to dance at the event. What I do not understand, is why these dancers would walk down a street in a larger city--in said apperal with nothing covering them. Just a bra, panties and some fishnet stockings. I don't think girls "ask" for anything bad to happen to them, but I do think messages are sent with clothing, body language and verbal language.

I was easily over dressed compared to almost every girl there who apparently decided bras and panties or short shorts were the way to go. I was in jeans, a tank and a zip up hoodie. I also was lacking glow sticks, a light up pacifier, a kermit hat, mohawk and plastic beaded bracelets. 

My friends and I stood near the "bar" (an area above the dance floor, made of plywood). I would order PBR and it would take at least 5 minutes before receiving it. I should note, no one else would be at the bar before or after me, and the bartender was not doing anything. Just standing. The bar and/or observer area was for 21 and older folks. Who looked on the younger crowd and well, poked fun at them. Maybe this was mean but I'll tell you. That is some really interesting stuff to observe.

Before I end my rant that is obviously going no where and written very much in a notes taking way.... I should also say that there were two men over 45 who were there. OOOGLING at the young girls. Neither man looked at me twice, but they both creeped me out. And I am one to say, I don't get creeped out easy.


Will I go to a rave again? ya prob. To support my DJ friends and my host friends and for a family event (don't ask) but never just because the urge takes me there.