A Little Alcohol Never Hurt Anyone.

So on the 15th I went to this rave called Bass Jam.
It was a 10pm-9am the next day thing, so I had to make sure I left no tracks at home so my mom wouldn’t notice I didn’t come home at like 2am like I usually do.

Anyway it was in this warehouse across from this sketchy bus parking lot.

Yea I got lost getting there, had to call my brother to google maps my ass to the spot, but it’s all good. That’s the only way to start an adventure anyway right?

So I get there and it’s pretty empty. They’re still doing soundchecks and stuff. Kinda regretted coming a bit early. But I knew I was gonna get lost :/

Pretty huge right? (Yes, that’s what she said.)
I walked over the the store table/whatever area and bought a glowstick for $3. It was so red and pretty. I was like “yey”

Then I kinda forgot how to use glowsticks. I tried bending it then shook it around. Nothing happened.

I was like “SCAM!” so I tried breaking it and SNAP! It came to life.

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Later the first set starts. Since I was so early, I got a spot in the front. The lights shut off and you had this typical rave atmosphere going on.
I had some energy drinks in my bag so I drank one, and started dancing.

That’s how it was for like 3 hours lol.

Then, this guy behind me offered me a spliff, and who am I to turn down a free joint? I grabbed it and took a hit, then started to hand it back to him, but he pushed my hand away. “Keep it.” He yelled over the bass.

:’) omg wat a nice guy.

So I kept dancing and stuff. This girl beside me (she & I bumped arms a few times so I labeled her my dance buddy) asked if I had any water, which I did. And she offered to trade that for the rest of her plastic container (think of one of those milk jugs) that was a little more than halfway full of booze.

And who am I to turn down free alcohol? So we traded.

So now I was caught in a trap. I was still sorta wired from the energy drink, I still had the spliff in my hand and now I have booze in my other.

My goal of the night was to not vomit. And I knew drinking an energy drink and beer doesn’t go well most of the time.

*sigh*

But I did it anyway.

Like 20 mins later, I was feeling everything. All that caffeine, all the alcohol, and the weed hitting me all at once & the heavy bass shaking my ribcage.
And it felt fucking wonderful. I totally lost my mind out there. The flashing lights tripped out my eyes while the crazy dubstep made no sense to my brain.

The SAME dude who gave me the spliff last time, passed me ANOTHER one, that was slowly making it’s way from the dance-floor to the DJ. I took a few hits from it then passed it to my dancing buddy.

The world starting spinning, and I got sorta disoriented for a bit. I quickly shut my eyes and tried to think of something else other than puking. The feeling soon went away after.

After like 6-7 hours of dancing, I went to go pee in the bathroom. After I finished and was washing my hands, I looked at myself in the mirror.

I was a mess. Drenched in sweat,had stoner eyes but that “glow” that some people get when they’re drunk.

I left and slowly started walking back to the dance area. But my legs would NOT cooperate, I had to sit, I NEEDED to sit. So I made for some cushions they had set up on the floor.
I sat right next to this guy who was toking up, he caught me watching him so we had a sesh together (I had 2 joints in my bag. They were supposed to be boosters if I’m tired at like 6am.)

Now I was really fucked up, getting up was not a option right now. So I sat there and talked with the guy and watched on.

After maybe an hour, I went back to go dance for a bit. Then I couldn’t stand the pain radiating from my legs so I left early.

When I got home, I noticed I forgot my keys, so I slept in my backyard for a bit until my mom let me in.

lol. Might go to another one this week. We’ll see.

~Nass