Novus
So I went to New Orleans for New Year's, apparently the rave either didn't exist or was somewhere I didn't know about. The Venue was closed, and I didn't check State Palace but I'm pretty sure they were closed too. Went to a club called Ampersand, judging purely from the music I heard from outside, paid $30 cover. Club was a bar, with a bunch of rich, snooty, yuppie ass motherfuckers running around in their yo-boy outfits and douchebag suit-and-tie-at-the-club. Only one person looked like she should be at a rave, and she was behind the turntables. Waited until midnight. Toasted nobody. Watched people making out with bitterness and venom. Started driving home a little later.
I miss raves. Like, a thousand people, four rooms with different music, and everyone is very specifically intoxicated. I miss feeling comfort in a crowd. sS that the world shifting beneath me, me shifting, or all things changing concurrently?
By the way, the Caterie burned down.
I miss raves. Like, a thousand people, four rooms with different music, and everyone is very specifically intoxicated. I miss feeling comfort in a crowd. sS that the world shifting beneath me, me shifting, or all things changing concurrently?
By the way, the Caterie burned down.