ISLAND OF BOOM!
THE REVIEW!!!
Friday
Blitz Kid and I really started to regret staying up the entire night before on Friday the 25th when we knew we had to get ready for the big rave. We slept from about 8am to 12pm and then forced ourselves awake to try and run as many errands as possible.
We started by heading down to the University of Central Florida where there were a few Hookah lounges we knew could sell us coals. We kind of wasted so much time getting there and the places were STILL not open at 3pm. We had to head back, so by the time I got back home my parents were calling already asking when I was going to get to their house like they had planned a few days ago. I wish they had planned it for Thursday since I wasn’t doing anything Thursday and today we had to try and buy supplies since we didn’t plan on leaving the island until sometime on Sunday. I headed the 45 minutes drive down to my parent’s house and arrived sometime around 5pm. They wanted to not just have dinner, but discuss what I’m doing scholarship and financial benefit-wise for my college courses I had just signed up for. Now they know that I was working already on such forms, but they wanted to make me do them right then and there.
It sucked, because I didn’t get out of Clermont until about 8:45pm, and back into Altamonte by 9:30. By the time we finished packing and getting ready, we didn’t leave and go get Blitz Kid’s new boyfriend-Chad-until like 10pm when the party started at 6pm! I wasn’t too stressed about it though considering it was going to last all weekend but I still wanted to be there as long as possible.
We get Chad and thankfully head over to Titusville in a quick 45 minutes. We park right near the dock like a buttload of cars were doing already and waited on this little peninsula for one of the 5 boats that were supposed to take us across with only having to pay 10 bucks for the gas they are using-the rave was free. It took awhile, which sucked because we were being eaten alive by tons of mosquitoes on that dock, but the boat named ‘ON A ROLL’ came and picked us up. Before they came this one group that brought a boat brought the tiniest boat imaginable and tried to row 5 ravers and a whole lot of camping equipment over to the island. Everyone waiting for the ferries were like “Don’t do it! It’s too far and you are gonna tip!” they didn’t believe us and tried to push off the dock….only to have the boat already tip a bit and drop a few of their bags in the water. That’s when they gave up and took the ferry haha.
They shot the 6 miles across the ocean over to the island in about 5 minutes, making us officially arrive at The Island Of Boom at 10:45ish at night. We were greeted by this one guy who was so fucked up he tried to act as if it was his island. He offered to take our bags and everything haha. I was also greeted by Patrick, Westley, and Jeremy, who all are part of our group and are probably there to lead us to what them and the others have set up already. Papa Bear, one of the first ravers I met when I moved here, shouted something like “Hey Danger what the fuck you doin on my boat! Get the hell on this island!” and completely jumped in the water to pull my bags off the top of the deck which was nice because jumping off the boat into 2 feet of water with heavy bags usually makes for a nice face plant into the ocean haha.
Bishop and TC (two more ravers in my group) had their campsite waaaay off in the back of the island so I got a real quick mini tour of the whole island by Tony (the fucked up guy who was carrying some of our bags) and my friends. It was a decent size, I’d say about as wide as a typical cul-de-sac and a good 5 minute walk from one tip to the other. There were ravers everywhere. Some in their tents, which were set up randomly around a small path cut through the palm trees, some on the beach doing fire poi and glowsticking, some in the water kicking it up and laughing, and the rest mostly dancing in the two stages: 1 set up where the boats unloaded you, the other smack dab in the middle of the island. I felt extreme excitement swell up inside me and knew this was going to be a great weekend.
We started setting up immediately in conjunction with TC’s HUGE two-pavilion campsite. He had one pavilion just kind of ready for me to put my screened in overhang on and the other set up for a hookah lounge. That was rather funny, because Blitz Kid and myself brought our hookahs not thinking anyone else was and here TC brought his too! The pavilion tents were right at a perfect spot in between two overhanging trees right up against the water but far enough in to compensate for the tide (about 2 feet). We set up our screen-in and our tent in the area and I immediately ran around the island for the next few hours taking photos and running into ravers I usually see only at the parties. My newest shirt I made in homage to a great movie called “Groove” was the letters BPM (beats per minute) imitating the IBM symbol and I made it all glow in the dark. That shirt got SO much attention from random ravers that I spent many an hour hanging out in other people’s tents just chatting it up with them after they started talking to me because of my shirt.
I spent some of my time on the edges of the island because there you could get the best view of the beautiful night sky. See, we were out in the ocean, so endless stars pierced the dark blue of the night sky and a huge bright moon gave light wherever the stage’s lights were not. It was gorgeous natural beauty you only get to experience really far away from the town’s lights, and this actually revealed tons and tons of shooting starts over the course of both nights. Some random boats that heard the bass from 4 miles across the water were coming over to see what this event was all about and I talked to one group that described to me what the effects phosphorus has on the water. The water! This was probably one of the most amazing things. The water was naturally phosphorus and quite warm, so you could swim in it at night (if you weren’t afraid of ocean animals) or just walk around barefoot in the water and everytime you’d make a splash….the water would glow this soft blue light. It was so amazing. The fish swimming by or jumping out of the water would sheen this water too, making them also look like massive blue fireflies in this pretty natural light. Both nights many ravers would be knee-deep in water having splashing fights just because they wanted to experience the beautiful sight. Just walking down the beach, kicking up blue glowing water, looking up at the moon and stars shimmering so bright, and taking in the sounds of amazing breakbeat music on both stages while hundreds of ravers in all areas of the island spun their lights and glowsticks and fire…*sighs* it’s a sight I will forever have burned into my memory. I could never forget such a euphoric thing.
Ron arrived at the party around 2:30am, and by that time I had just set up my hookah on TC’s table. Now two hookahs were going and huge groups of people I invited over earlier were heading to the back of the island were we were to hear the 2nd stage rock some dark and dirty nu school breaks and smoke some hookah in our hookah lounge by the sea. He sat with me for awhile and then ran off to the first stage because a lot of our friends were spinning on that stage. Not to mention that area is literally right near the boating area and a whole crapload of ravers just set up camp right on that beach so they were close to the stage. I stayed with the hookah for a few hours just meeting new people as they sat down curious about this contraption they’ve never seen before. TC and I had a lot of explaining to do. This was Chad’s first rave so him and Blitz ran off for a long time until about 4am when Chad finally calmed down from running around and dancing and talking everywhere for some hookah. He could not shut up for even a second about how happy he was and how much he loves this and this is what he wanted and wow he went on and on. I was proud of our rave scene everytime he said how much he loves everyone and everything that was happening. Out of the many ravers that came to the lounge quite a lot of new people who’ve never been to a rave before came along and said the exact same thing that Chad was going on about. I loved it. Something else interesting was happening too: People would come and sit down and when we introduced ourselves a lot of the time the person would be like “Ahh so I finally meet the infamous Tommy Danger, I’ve got a lot of respect for you man.” It’s crazy how much of an ego boost that is (don’t worry I kept my head from swelling too much, but I must say it got me smiling like the Cheshire Cat all weekend) but at the same time it was my goal to get my name deeply rooted into this scene from the get-go and now I’ve achieved it so much that people that never met me know about me already. I love that. The party went on and I kept getting up and exploring the island, chatting with people and bringing them back to the hookah lounge.
Saturday
By 6am when the DJ’s were supposed to end the first 12 hours of the party with a 6 hour break….they didn’t! The first stage decided “Fuck that! We will all take turns dropping one record each as one giant 6-hour multi-DJ set!” So like, even though Kevin and Noah already played last night among the others, they were right there dropping tracks for the next 6 hours with everyone else! The 2nd stage immediately followed suit and pretty soon the party never even slowed down for more than 10 minutes!
I kept the hookah lounge going and Blitz Kid set up his hookah to replace TC’s when TC got a headache and decided to take a nap. These 9 hours of Saturday were probably the most unusual. Friday was loaded with the most regular of ravers, so the park rangers made their 3-rounds as they promised they would looking to see if we trashed the island and of course we didn’t because ravers don’t disrespect like that. This got the rangers themselves to hang out and eat some of the food a few camps had on the grill haha!
Over the course of the entire night, everyone was talking about one person annoying the hell out of them and doing really dumb things. “That Guy” as ravers commonly refer to the person, is a term that means the one person that gets so messed up at raves he is a walking embarrassment. He will either be the naked guy, the asshole, or the person that the promoters wind up throwing out. Either way, “That Guy” is the guy that does something so opposite what we do that he becomes the negative talk of the rave. Well, I heard about “That Guy” the whole night but was lucky enough to not run into him…until about 9am. It was Mario, whom I met along time ago and he’s normally an idiot when he’s drunk but this time was even more so. He was trying to get into fights with everyone, he was digging through people’s bags not to steal anything but just to merely annoy the hell out of whoever’s bag it was because he wouldn’t stop even when they asked him to. He was jumping in the water and eating seaweed as well as filling his empty bottle of rum (he finished himself) with salt water then drinking it like crazy and sometimes letting it drool all over people sitting around in the camp next to mine. He came into our tent and was harassing the people around me and annoying everybody. He tried to grab Westley’s piercings off his face and then tried to kiss Westley afterwards (even though they are both straight).
Everyone tried ever so hard to get rid of him from the hookah lounge including me trying to convince him he wanted to go swimming again so he’d leave the tent, when I finally had an excuse to forcefully kick him out. He just finished saying how much he thinks I’m an awesome guy, yet he took the top part of my hookah where all the used coals sit and purposely dumped them all over the floor of TC’s tent. He then tried to grab the ceramic bowl off my hookah, which then I put my hand on his and told him to let go of the bowl. He of course didn’t as he hasn’t done when he was pissing off everyone with other things earlier, so I used a pressure point on his hand to open it off the bowl and turned his arm inside out towards his chest then pushed him clear out of the tent. He stumbled back, kinda registered what he did, and moved on to harass another tent nearby (which I heard he popped someone’s air mattress by biting through it). We were glad to be rid of him, and as he left the other tent and headed for the water he became the naked guy by ripping off his clothes and running into the water. Now even though there were a lot of people naked running around and skinny dipping and what-not over the last night and this morning, this one in particular got the title of “That Guy” and “The Naked Guy” because to be “The Naked Guy” you have to be so fucked up you take off your clothes and run around belligerent. Most naked people out there just really wanted to be naked in the sun or in the water so yeah, there’s a difference. Noah saw he did that and he grabbed hold of Mario’s shorts and tried tossing it up into a palm tree like 15 times before it finally got stuck up there. Everyone cheered, but it didn’t take long before people realized that would mean Mario would be naked THE WHOLE WEEKEND if we didn’t get his shorts down. So Noah and 2 other dudes tried climbing up the palm tree and literally spent about an hour or so letting the palm tree kick their ass (cuz pieces of it kept falling off and making them fall off the tree) until they finally got his shorts down to the disappointment and even frantic cussing of Babydoll who was like “FUCK THAT SONUVABITCH! DON’T YOU GET THOSE DOWN!!!” It was interesting because Ron and I thought we were gonna have to use the chainsaw and cut the damn tree down just to get the shorts because these things were impossible to get down for the longest time. Later on in the day, I found Mario in the fetal position passed out cold in the dirt under a bush, looking like he was pushed there and decided to take a nap where he lay. Someone at some point was decent enough to throw a blanket on top of the unconscious guy, and after that he never bothered anyone when we woke up with the worst hangover ever bestowed upon someone.
Westley, Me, Blitz Kid, and Chad all headed out to the sandbar to relax in the ocean around 11pm. There was this huge sandbar which was really just part of the tip of the island but about 6 inches underwater and it stretched pretty far out from the island’s shore. We went all the way to the tip and just kinda layed out in the sun and water chatting it up with a few ravers who were already laying out there for a few hours. We got pretty sun burnt, but nobody really cared until we went home from the whole rave. Out there we saw wild dolphins swimming around the island curious as to all the people around, a few sharks, and even crawling in between us a few horseshoe crabs. We did go swimming a lot afterwards which was nice, and then most of us passed out with the exception of Ron, Westley, Kevin, and Noah among our group of friends on that island. So I spent a lot of time hangin out with them and random strangers still awake in the other areas of the island until the sun finally started to drop again to start the 2nd night of the big rave.
Now Saturday around 6pm people starting showing up even more than before. The little island used to have plenty of space and was now becoming a city of tents. This actually pushed a lot of raver kids to the back of the island since a lot of the newcomers were people just coming to get fucked up and listen to music not so much rave. There were ravers arriving of course, such as Stephen and Ian and a few others, but what really got the front of the island jam-packed full of clubbers was this giant military raft someone pulled full of people to the island on. Thankfully everything didn’t really change as far as the vibe went in the back of the island, so once again this rave was becoming a banging goodvibes time. I hung out with Jimmy-a raving buddy and lightshow guru like myself I only see and hang with at raves-majority of the night. We were running around giving people lightshows and having fun glowsticking with others who wanted to join in on the fun. I got the hookah going for a bit but I hardly went over there unless someone who was with me most of the night before requested it get fixed (cuz someone broke the seal or the coal stopped burning or whatever) because they and some others were using it. Jimmy and I kept running around through the glowing water near the 2nd stage and raving it up to some of the sickest electro breaks I’ve ever heard by a DJ named Curtis B. He was definitely the highlight of the night. TC came to see what we were up to and at the time we were using a few second shutter delay on my camera to generate some really sick raving pictures with the sparklers TC gave us earlier and so TC wanted to use his camera for the same thing. He has a camcorder, which has a certain kind of night lighting effect that actually made his shutter pictures show both Jimmy and My faces when they got reflected by the fire! So Jimmy and I did a bunch of tag-team pictures where I was kneeling on the beach throwing the fire up to Jimmy who was standing over me and the both of were raving in such a way they all looked like one giant cool effect the pictures came out really awesome.
During this time, around 10:30pm, police boats were showing up on the opposite side of the island we were doing the pictures on (the same side our hookah lounge was on). Apparently the cops didn’t like the fact our rave was still booming strong since Friday at 6pm and were trying to find ways to shut it down. There was only one real possible way, so while they were giving boats tickets for driving intoxicated (all the boat crews were partying with us obviously and so the few that had to still ferry over got ticketed) and for not having as many life vests as passengers (which they had vests for themselves but not for the people they ferried across but that’s like a seatbelt rule for boaters.) the cops also scanned the water to see if it was being trashed.
Sadly enough, those new people that came were just throwing their trash everywhere, and some of it got into the water, so the cops had grounds to set foot on the island then.
From 10:30 to about 11:30 there were people freaking out everywhere that the party was getting busted. This of course bummed me out cuz at the moment Jimmy and I just sat down to a break for some hookah and now I was going to have to pack up the damn thing. I’ve never seen so many people freak out at the same time. I heard rumors that a fleet of cop boats were about to come from the mainland, that a S.W.A.T. team was going to raid our island, and that tons of drug dogs were going to come and bust everyone that had anything on them. Of course, being in the rave scene as long as I have I never really freak out about cops coming not to mention I only have to worry about them thinking my hookah was something illegal, so I stayed where I was with Jimmy and a few other people that were just like “fuck the police” and hung out for another half hour or so. A lot of freaking out people came back to our area and calmed down when they noticed my entire hookah lounge and about 10 surrounding tents full of ravers weren’t really giving a fuck about the cops that were scaring everyone up front. They calmed down until one of the promoters came to the back and gave a quiet warning to everyone to not act so drunk because there were cops on the island searching tents and such. Then everyone but the people living in the back of the island started freaking out again and ran to their areas to see what was going on or to hide from the cops. The cops did come the back where the ravers from Friday were all hanging out in two massive groups: one by a fire cooking hot dogs, the other in my hookah lounge hitting the now only one hookah going (cuz the rest were still packed from the first rumor the party was going to get busted): mine.
The first cop was wearing a hip holster and a shirt that said “POLICE” on it, otherwise you couldn’t even tell he was an officer. He showed the light at everyone’s face, and Blitz Kid said “Hey shut that off asshole” haha it was funny. He asked what we were smoking in the hookah, and I told him Shisha and he checked out my bag of tobacco briefly before making a funny comment after a bit of small talk with us. He said “Yeah I’m a police officer. I have no personality and no life, so all I do for fun is bust ravers.” I was like “Ew I’m sorry” and he’s like “Yeah me too.” Haha.
A little bit of time passed as more cops started searching the back because in the middle of the island the 2nd of 3 people got arrested. Now the 2nd time they searched the hookah lounge these two new cops were a little less happy-go-lucky. The first one didn’t even know what a hookah was and as he searched my bag his partner had to tell him what it was. He only replied with “Smells good.” And then searched briefly everyone’s bag in the tents that made up our area. Satisfied, he went to the other side of the back of the island where the first happy-go-lucky cop just made a bust I thought was hilarious and tried not to laugh in front of the cops searching my tent. The happy-go-lucky cop had his arm around some raver kid and was happily chatting it up with them about random things hoping to possibly get their trust so they might reveal something (I could hear the whole convo they weren’t too far away) when this dumbass shady looking kid leans into that circle and says “Hey I’m trying to get rid of these beans before the cops show up so I’m markin em down from 10 bucks to 5 y’all want em?” and the cop looks at him and goes “Are you stupid or something kid?” and shows him the word POLICE on his shirt. The kid just goes pale and goes “Oh fuck.” And the cop’s like “Put your hands behind your back sir.” And arrests the 3rd guy with a lot of drugs on him that night.
Most of the time the cops were walking around the rave was still going strong. Apparently either the rumors and warnings didn’t get to everyone or they just didn’t care enough because everything was just as bumping as ever with the exception of a small radius around where each cop searched. They didn’t like how us ravers didn’t care, so they told the promoters to shut off the music. The 2nd stage did, and immediately out of fear for losing their equipment, packed away everything. The 1st stage just turned off the generator and let the head promoter of the event-Bandar-furiously yell at the cops about the bullshit trash reason of shutting it down. Bandar among tons of others fought with trying to get the cops to let them turn it back on, and it wasn’t until the sergeant said that if he gets a complaint for noise at any time he will raid the place and give everyone an hour to pack up their stuff and get out.
So the cops left, only having us lose about 45 minutes of no music. The funny part of that time frame (from 12:15am to 1am) people were still dancing and singing their own beat, and the boats that were grounded to the shore turned up their music as loud as they could so that the island still had something to dance to. The party went on with barely a soul rattled.
The next few hours I spent jumping back and forth from the stage still going strong to my hookah lounge and the neighboring tents just like before. At one point one of the girls named Colette started up a huge group of people making smores for everyone on the island. During a quiet part, someone shouted out “Oh man it’s a good thing the cops showed up what with us dangerous ravers making smores and all!” Which was freakin hilarious but true. We weren’t really doing anything wrong, heck we were far away from the public on an island just having our own fun not disturbing anyone and they were getting mad we were enjoying ourselves so they came to bother us. That’s basically the reasoning behind it.
During this time, someone said that Syren, a girl whom was my friend at one point but did the most retched of things to lose my friendship ever was one of the people who was on the boats that got pulled over. So it was kinda interesting to see her around 3am or so popping into my tent. I was not happy about it. I didn’t want to talk to her, and I know my friends that knew who she was weren’t thrilled about this little liar either. She came in and tried to talk mine and Blitz Kid’s ear off about something but I refused to listen. I mean how could I? I didn’t respect this girl enough to even look her in the eye much less listen to what she had to say, she stooped lower than any person I had ever known and I could never forgive her for that. She still reached for my attention, but focused more on Blitz Kid because she wasn’t as rotten to him in the past and the boy also had Chad on his lap and couldn’t get away from the area. At some point I must’ve agreed to something because I had Jimmy’s lighter in my hand and she outstretched her hand in what I thought was asking to use the lighter but when I handed it to her she shook my hand instead. That unknown agreement I guess satisfied her enough because she left the tent and I was able to get back to my good times with friends again. I wasn’t a complete asshole at least, but I didn’t talk much except to answer a few things she kept persistently asking, but her and two others are probably the only people I’ll ever be so anti-social towards ever. It’s hard to lose my respect, but once you do you won’t get it back.
The night went on a little longer and by about 6:30am I was hanging out with Ron and the two of us were practically falling into the DJ setup at the first stage we were so exhausted. I mean, a lot of dancing and running around and talking and swimming and smoking hookah and having just an overall raving blast for the last 48 hours or so was just too much to keep awake on (since everyone but us took a nap sometime in the day not to mention I was only running on 4 hours of sleep since Thursday). So he ran off to his tent and I ran off to mine to finally take just a real real short nap. I told Chad to wake me up in about an hour and ran off to the sleeping tent that was hardly used by anyone.
I moved the canopy by enough so that I could lay under the moon and stare up at the stars as I listened to the sound of the waves mixed in with people still yelling in happiness and the beat of some DJ spinning way down the island. The sky was still so beautiful I could count the shooting stars in the last 5 minutes of consciousness before slipping into a dream: 14 of them wishing me good night.
Sunday
It didn’t feel like I had slept at all when I heard Blitz Kid and Chad shouting at me to wake up. It was hot, the sun was already rising at just 7:30 in the morning on Sunday. I groggily got up and found out that my entire group was tearing down everything to head off the island. I packed up all my things first obviously considering they were randomly scattered everywhere and I didn’t want them either being packed with someone else’s stuff or covered in sand. We then tore down all the tents and packed them up, and once that was finished I ran off to neighboring tents to say goodbye to newly made friends and also to the regular buddies I see all the time. I still got distracted by the first stage, neverending, always dropping those amazing breaks until they finally would call it quits at 4pm that day. That little hour of sleep gave me enough energy to dance just a little more, then I took all my bags to the area where the boats were ferrying people.
A lot of the boats were out of commission after their drivers got busted for driving intoxicated, so there were only two boats remaining when we went to leave the island around 9pm. We had to sit our bags there and I played in the water while chatting it up with others waiting in line for the next boat to arrive. The boat took a long time because it ran out of gas and had to go fill up, but eventually they picked our entire group and all our supplies up. We loaded all our crap from the dock into the two cars and headed home. This time with a few new passengers: Westley, because his ride originally left around Friday so he caught a ride home with us, and Kelli, a girl we kinda knew from past club events and things that only really recently got to know thanks to the island. Turns out the girl lives only a couple blocks down the road from my house! So we dropped off Chad (who was still going on and on about what an amazing time he had) and Westley, then dropped off our bags at the house, then dropped off Kelli because only Blitz Kid and I wanted to go stuff our faces at Sonny’s Bar B Q.
Once we ate Blitz had to head back over to Chad’s around 6 (which is right after we finished eating) and I finally got to lay down for only an hour or two of sleep before heading to work to officially end the weekend at 8pm.
The flyer did not lie. This party was the event of the summer. I can’t stress enough how fantastic this rave was. It was by far one of my favorite events of all time. The bonding I developed with the people in the scene was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced in my life. Friday night was probably my favorite night considering how much smaller and laid back the event was. It worked to it’s advantage because the vibe was a whole lot stronger that night but Saturday showed just how strong the raver vibe and mentality was considering how determined everyone was to keep the party going strong no matter what obstacle we might’ve had to face. I didn’t mention the threat of a thunderstorm happened Saturday afternoon too, and everyone immediately helped one another brace themselves and their equipment for the storm before the threat left without leaving a single drop much to our luck! I felt part of one huge family on that island. One giant movement that I constantly hear ravers ranting on and on about. I know I’ve felt this way before, but nothing this strong, no bond this powerful.
When I left the island and set foot on the dock of the mainland, I felt as if I had left a dream world, a utopian society you read about in fantasy books. I will never forget this party. For I am proud to say I’m a raver, and THIS is my society.
THE PICTURES!!!
TC's Hookah area before we set up in it.
Setting up our area...
Stage 2
People were doing fire Poi and Fire Staffing all night right there on the beach
Freaky Frank's usual bottle of Crown.
Kevin (DJ Psychodelik) spinning
The boat that brought us to the island
Jimmy and I
This little girl was just 3 years old. She gave her dad a lightshow. When I talked to him later, he was like "Yeah it's gonna be funny when she grows up because everyone's gonna be saying they've been raving since they were real young and she's gonna be like OH YEAH I'VE BEEN DOIN IT SINCE I WAS 3!!"
Haha when they threw "That Guy"'s pants up and then tried getting em down.
Jeremy
When we were all just relaxing out on the sand bar away from the island.
The horseshoe crab that came over to see what we were doing.
These mysterious pink panties just wound up hanging on a chair in our tent. (I think from the 5 couples that went skinny dipping) and **** (<---name covered so Bishop doesn't kick his ass) threw it in Bishop's lap haha ew!
Chad and Blitz Kid sleeping all lovy dovy and such. Check out Chad's eyes they are partially opened! Weird!
Left for the mainland for a few minutes to get something from the car.
"That Guy" finally went unconcious. Thank God.
The storm that almost hit us but turned away at the last minute.
The military raft full of kids ready to party.
Jimmy and I taking turns using sparklers and regular lights and just raving our asses off.
Westley comes in and raves with the tri-color bomber lights I had in my bag.
Some guy got jealous of Jimmy and I attracting so much attention with our little sparklers (a nice big group started circling the part of the beach) so he came to try and be all macho with his fire poi. Big deal. Everyone sees fire poi on this island. They came because we were doing something different!
Chad and Luis enjoying the hookah lounge (and each other apparently bow chicka)
"Wow it's a good thing those cops came along and tried to bust up a bunch of ravers making smores" haha
Haha they were rowing back with a rake and a shovel! (they gave up and came back less than halfway)
The most beautiful place ever. RAVER ISLAND!
hahahaha
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