a close call short of fresh air
Last night, I almost died.
And this is not any exaggeration or strech of the mind by any means, nor is it a funny story that I made up. I might not be sitting here typing today, if it weren't for... well, let me tell you all about it.
I was convinced to go to the day glow/ foam party last night, though it didn't take much convincing because I really wanted to go. We all got dressed up in our white shirts and scrubby shorts, ready to be painted and foamed. We went out to floyd's, where TKE was having their crush. Oddly enough, we had to pay cover for a crush, which was really weird. Cheapass TKE. Anyway, I got banded with Nic's ID and we had a grand old time.
There was an ovular pit in which the dancing/party stuff was taking place. At one end of the oval, was three steps, the way in and out of the pit. There was loud music, dancing, and a lot of day glow paint. People were taking bottles and flinging it at the crowd. It was so messy and generally a lot of fun. I'm keeping my shirt as a souvenier.
After the day glow ended at 12, the foam started. The first time they filled the foam pit, it was great! the bubbles came out of a big fan in the wall and it filled up to our shoulders and we were playing around in it. Me and Coral got trapped in a circle of guys who really liked looking at foamy girls and we held on to each other and basically cried until we were able to escape.
Then they filled up the foam pit for a second time. And this is when I almost died.
We were all dancing, the first foam fill had subsided, visible now only as a few scattered, trampled bubble piles on the floor. The pit began to fill and eveyone was excited. We were dancing in the foam. Only one thing seemed ary: the foam never stopped filling. It went above my head, and I closed my eyes to keep the soap out of them. I was also holding my breath, as instinct kicked in: it was like I was underwater: closed eyes and held breath. I tried to wipe the foam away, but I reached up and all I could feel over my head was bubbles. I soon realized that I needed to take a breath, and when i did so, all that entered my lungs was foam and soapy water. There was no air anywhere. I started to panic, not sure if I was the only one who couldn't breathe, and tried to swim my way to the stairs to get out of the pit.
The pit was packed with people. and loud music. and my eyes were closed. Four times I gasped for air and all that came in was soap. I said in my head "oh my god, I'm going to die here." Anyway, I was trying to breathe, until I began to choke. At this point, I had wandered to the side of the pit. I hit a wall. There was a girl standing on a step next to where I had wandered. She picked me up onto the step and got me some fresh air. Then she said, "hold on to me, let's get out of here." I still had my eyes closed but I held on to this total stranger for dear life. She got us out of the foam. She slipped and fell once, but I was holding onto her, so I picked her back up. I have no idea how she was able to see.
We made it out and she brought me to the bathroom where I washed all the bubbles out of my eyes and mouth. In there I found Katie and Coral. Evidently, I wasn't the only one who couldn't breathe. The entire pit filled up about 7 feet, and even the tallest guys couldn't get air. Katie said some guy saved her. The guy Amanda was dancing with saved her life. This girl saved mine. And Coral says, "Nobody saved me, I just ran! I saved my own damn life!"
Apparently, the whole place panicked. When we were in the bathroom, there were probably ten other girls there, some crying, clearing their lungs, and dozens other people near the bars. It was awful. One of our new members ending up slipping on the bubbles and fell to the bottom of the pit, and people started trampling her. It was the scariest moment of my life.
So we left after that. Katie chewed out some people that worked there, telling them the foam was too high. I lost a flip flop in all the calamity. At the time, my shoe didn't seem as important as my life. Walking home it seemed pretty important.
Anyway, everyone was okay. I'm glad nobody died or seriously got hurt. That was potential for headline news. Scariest.
I won't be going to any more foam parties in the near future.
And this is not any exaggeration or strech of the mind by any means, nor is it a funny story that I made up. I might not be sitting here typing today, if it weren't for... well, let me tell you all about it.
I was convinced to go to the day glow/ foam party last night, though it didn't take much convincing because I really wanted to go. We all got dressed up in our white shirts and scrubby shorts, ready to be painted and foamed. We went out to floyd's, where TKE was having their crush. Oddly enough, we had to pay cover for a crush, which was really weird. Cheapass TKE. Anyway, I got banded with Nic's ID and we had a grand old time.
There was an ovular pit in which the dancing/party stuff was taking place. At one end of the oval, was three steps, the way in and out of the pit. There was loud music, dancing, and a lot of day glow paint. People were taking bottles and flinging it at the crowd. It was so messy and generally a lot of fun. I'm keeping my shirt as a souvenier.
After the day glow ended at 12, the foam started. The first time they filled the foam pit, it was great! the bubbles came out of a big fan in the wall and it filled up to our shoulders and we were playing around in it. Me and Coral got trapped in a circle of guys who really liked looking at foamy girls and we held on to each other and basically cried until we were able to escape.
Then they filled up the foam pit for a second time. And this is when I almost died.
We were all dancing, the first foam fill had subsided, visible now only as a few scattered, trampled bubble piles on the floor. The pit began to fill and eveyone was excited. We were dancing in the foam. Only one thing seemed ary: the foam never stopped filling. It went above my head, and I closed my eyes to keep the soap out of them. I was also holding my breath, as instinct kicked in: it was like I was underwater: closed eyes and held breath. I tried to wipe the foam away, but I reached up and all I could feel over my head was bubbles. I soon realized that I needed to take a breath, and when i did so, all that entered my lungs was foam and soapy water. There was no air anywhere. I started to panic, not sure if I was the only one who couldn't breathe, and tried to swim my way to the stairs to get out of the pit.
The pit was packed with people. and loud music. and my eyes were closed. Four times I gasped for air and all that came in was soap. I said in my head "oh my god, I'm going to die here." Anyway, I was trying to breathe, until I began to choke. At this point, I had wandered to the side of the pit. I hit a wall. There was a girl standing on a step next to where I had wandered. She picked me up onto the step and got me some fresh air. Then she said, "hold on to me, let's get out of here." I still had my eyes closed but I held on to this total stranger for dear life. She got us out of the foam. She slipped and fell once, but I was holding onto her, so I picked her back up. I have no idea how she was able to see.
We made it out and she brought me to the bathroom where I washed all the bubbles out of my eyes and mouth. In there I found Katie and Coral. Evidently, I wasn't the only one who couldn't breathe. The entire pit filled up about 7 feet, and even the tallest guys couldn't get air. Katie said some guy saved her. The guy Amanda was dancing with saved her life. This girl saved mine. And Coral says, "Nobody saved me, I just ran! I saved my own damn life!"
Apparently, the whole place panicked. When we were in the bathroom, there were probably ten other girls there, some crying, clearing their lungs, and dozens other people near the bars. It was awful. One of our new members ending up slipping on the bubbles and fell to the bottom of the pit, and people started trampling her. It was the scariest moment of my life.
So we left after that. Katie chewed out some people that worked there, telling them the foam was too high. I lost a flip flop in all the calamity. At the time, my shoe didn't seem as important as my life. Walking home it seemed pretty important.
Anyway, everyone was okay. I'm glad nobody died or seriously got hurt. That was potential for headline news. Scariest.
I won't be going to any more foam parties in the near future.