In Search of a Perfect Rythm
I had my first ever rave party last Saturday – yes, my first ever, and beforehand I never actually knew what the fuss was all about – until I got totally addicted to trance.
Me and my bitches were at the Tiesto In Search for Sunrise 5 at Pantai Carnaval, Ancol, and despite the rumors that it was going to be hot, packed and raining, we were ready to embrace whatever should happen to us – and boy oh boy did something happen – yes we had a helluva great time! Packed of course, hot, absolutely (with the amount of hot guys around plus dancing non-stop, how could we not be??) but no rain. Yes, there’s gotta be some kind of a ‘rain tamer’ involved but whatever was necessary to hold up such a great event was worth it. I wasn’t paying two hundred thou to have my hair and clothes plastered with water – though I honestly think even if it was raining it would still be absolutely amazing.
I was a bit self-conscious at first; having been absent from the clubbing scene for almost two years had practically turned my body un-co that whenever I heard a great music to dance to (which was often, if not everyday since I’d get slightly anxious if I didn’t listen to trance for two days at the most), all I could do was nod my head and sort of sway my hips and non-existent butt.
As we were waiting for the gate to open and my gals were smoking like chimneys because we were bored out of our minds and had run out of girly stuff to talk about, I was thinking about the ways to enjoy this most-anticipated night, coordinating dance movements in my head and realizing in despair because no way it would actually work – thinking about it and implementing it afterwards was not the same thing. Then I felt a slight de ja vu – this was what I always went through every time I was going out clubbing – I was nervous about dancing. Nervous!
But the minute we all got alcohol down our systems, we were like loose cannons. I couldn’t remember exactly how and why but all I thought was, “Fuck it, I’m gonna dance my ass off and I don’t give a flying fuck what others think about me!” – and so I did.
Whenever I lied myself down on my bed, closing my eyes and listening to trance, I always thought about how amazing it must be to listen to it outdoor and actually be with people who loved it as much as I did. And so I resolved – this was it. This was what I’d been wanting to know what it would feel like, what the fuck was I waiting for?
So I let go.
And I had a blast.
My girlfriends were beautiful, and we all danced like there was no tomorrow, we laughed, we swore, we giggled, we hugged each other, took pictures, checked out hot guys (and girls) and we were moving. And moving. And moving.
My mind was telling me to stop and slow down to take a deep breath before I start dehydrating but I didn’t want to stop. Because if I did, then I would fuck up my rhythm or mojo or whatever it was that I was feeling. I was surrounded by this ecstatic energy and I was amongst people who loved trance with a passion and somehow we were in unison – our hearts were thumping to the same beats, our minds were as one with our bodies and the only thing we could and only wanted to do was dance.
We were in trance.
I know I made it sound so perfect but no, it wasn’t the most perfect rave party ever; the toilets were revolting – it was one of those portable ones people use on construction sites – and we nearly got crushed to death the second time we were getting drinks, and it killed me even more because as we were sweating and going against the currents of people who didn’t want to get sober (i.e., us) to get out alive, “Love comes again” started playing and we were trapped. Knowing that DJ Winky was about five meters away from us didn’t exactly make us feel any better either.
But we’re definitely doing it again. Me, my bitches and alcoholic drinks – we’re one big happy family.
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Reading this I feel:
1. We’re alcoholics
2. We must have taken some drugs to feel that way.
3. We’re bisexual.
4. We’re desperate and don’t have much social life.
5. We’re so close to each other it’s almost like an orgy.
Hahhahaa….it’s sick.
Btw…we look really wasted in that pic huh?
Did we??? I reckon we looked HOT!!!!
Pissed nonetheless but still HOT!!!!