I barely know where to start and I wish it had never ended.
Although I spent the night by myself-with none of my friends-it
was one of the best parties I've been to. I rode up with Mark
(37). At the very last minute April and Carlynne, a couple of
my friends from school, decided they wanted to go up with us.
So, we picked them up, spent $7 on Snickers and cigs, and headed
up to the Dome.
I smoked with Carlynne and had a chill vibe going on the way
up. I had a feeling this would be a fun party but, I had no clue
it would be SO fun!! I've been partying for about 3 years now.
I've witnessed parties going from $5 - $10 max to $15-$20 max.
The price of admission these days is ridiculous. But the $23
I paid for Caterpillar Dreams was worth it.
The first thing I did once I got in was (literally) dredge through
the impatiently waiting trance heads to get outside. Aaahh...you've
gotta love L.A.'s fresh air. And it was FUCKING cold that night.
Ofcourse, there I was in my khaki shants with no real sox and
a tank top and cammy jacket. Never underestimate my power to
look good in the WRONG attire! =) Atleast I had a bandanna to
kinda cover my ears, shit! So, I walked to the speaker, dragging
April and Carlynne. Loud music...bass...dance circles...
Kathy Russel was spinning. Can I just say that she deserved way
more money than what she was paid, I'm sure!! Kathy, you fucked
it UP!! I'm not usually impressed with skill but, your set was
ill. She had sick tracks and something else...(drum roll please)...she
could match beats! That's a rarity these days, unfortunately.
If I wasn't dancing, I was nodding my head. There wasn't a dull
moment. Mad props!
Next, SDF-1 spun his set. Again, props for the skillz. Now, SDF-1
had an MC. MC's are always good cuz there's more crowd interaction,
it makes the set seem more personal. I remember just a little
while ago when the mere mention of a lighter got a huge reaction
from the junglists. The area would be kit up by the folks' lighters
and torches...What the hell happened to that?? Ofcousre, most
MC's are stuck up and forgetful but, MC Tommy D (what's up, Tom?!)
happens to be a friend of mine. So, during SDF-1's set I got
pulled "backstage". He was bustin' flows so I started
talking to a couple folks back there. Brian, the guy I met back
there, was drunk(as usual) and we had fun talking loud and clowning
on peeps! (what's up, Brian!?)
Then, Heretic showed up. MC Tommy D is so good that Heretic asked
for him to MC for his set, too! So, there went another hour that
I'd chill with Brian and the fools he was with. But I had FUN!!
I was chillin!! And the music from all the DJ's was distractingly
ill! I'd be trying to say something and, in the middle of my
words, I'd have to throw a hand up. SHIT!! Finally! Heretic finished
his set and I could talk to Tom. (Don't get me wrong, it was
sad to see him taking his needle off the arm...) " What's
up, Tom?" "Nothing much, darlin'" = D He introduced
me to DJ W. We took some pictures for the magazine and then he
had to leave. Then, I was on my own again. I decided to go dance.
For some reason or another I was ripping shit up. I won't claim
to be one of the amazing dancers but I can move...anyway...I
was having fun! I was letting myself have fun- that's what's
Deacon eventually started spinning. He had two girls walking
around selling his CD's. "Are those demos?"
"No, they're $15." Amber told me.
"FIFTEEN!!?" I thought, " but I don't have $15...I
spent all my money to fucking get in!" Which is an entirely
But I knew I would have one by the end of the night. I asked
Amber if I could have one if I did a review on it in the mag.
She told me to ask Deacon. So, at the end of his set, I walked
over and asked him. He knew of Rave~ On cuz Amber's chillin'
on the front page of one. He casually agreed to let me have one
and I was handed a CD.
(Check Pocket Inventory)
~ Deacon's CD
~ Brian's #
~ Tom's #
~ April and Carlynne's crack sac
~ 1 free Happy Friday ticket (Mark
had hooked up 6 free tickets
for the staff at some point in the night)
~ a pen (acquired somehow)
I don't think my pockets have ever had so much shit in them at
one time. *(That was worth keeping, atleast) But, at this point,
the outside was too cold...I was FUCKING tired cuz if I wasn't
dancing to keep warm, I was freezing. I went inside(I know! I'm
sorry!!) to check on April and Carlynne.
I was greeted with a huge hug from the two. They had met other
e-tards who, apparently, they'd met before. Everyone thought
I was rolling. They were trying to hold my hand and rub my back...Everyone
wanted to give me a light show and explain their life story to
me and explain why we were therefore soulmates...nah, but on
the real...it was ridiculous. I tried to pay attention to the
tripped out movie/comp. art display instead of all the fucked
up people. Doesn't it just seem like they drip off the walls
and slide down the bleachers inside or something? Fuck. Awno!!
Being inside was FUCKING weird! I remember standing on the bleacher
looking at the dance floor, and someone grabbed my hand and started
"OK, you guys!! Listen, just cuz you're rolling doesn't
mean I'm rolling!! Back off...I don't even know you!" I
tried to explain but all I got back was:
"My name is Galax-Eeee" "I'mb Ttshinkerbell!"(through
her pacifier) "Do you want a pill??" "Sorry, I'm
Trinit-E" "Are you roooohhhlllliiiiiinn'?"
"Right, well since I know you so well now...," I rolled
my eyes and turned around again. "Nevermind," I told
myself, "Hopeless- I'll bet you're no older than 16, too."
I walked outside again. Shit, I mean, it's cold out there but
I'd rather not be groped and rubbed and I would DEFINITELY rather
listen to jungle than trance!! So, I ignored the cold and asked
myself WHY I went inside to begin with!! By this time the outside
was very cleared out. The DJ...well, I found out later that he's
also a security guard. I don't know how he got to spin...he's
an aspiring DJ, I guess. But if that's what his joint is then,
that's what his joint is. But, I met Joe and Alfredo. Joe was
short and ugly. Nah, really! Haha. The next time I saw Joe, I
said something to him and he said, " You're the one I didn't
call," and brushed his shoulder off. Which, I must admit
is a good fucking line that I might just use myself. BUT!! (and
correct me if I'm wrong, Joe:) I never gave you my number, homie!
You never got it cuz you're ugly. Alfredo was kinda cute, though.
He's nicer than Joe, atleast. Ha Ha... but anywayz...Don't worry,
dogg I'm laughing about it. But we were laughing at the DJ and
counting his trainwrecks and shit.
It was time to leave, for sure at this point, though. I went
inside again-- (I KNOW, BUT I COULDN'T HELP IT!!!) Anywayz...I
found my girls again and we found Mark and I made our way back
to the car and we dipped. I smoked on the way home. Then, I went