are Bad. Really Really Bad.
by Mike G
Happy Friday 2000 was my first Masterdome rave, and Happy
Friday 2001 must have been my thirty-first. Of course, since
the Dome is no longer in use, Happy Friday 2002 had to be at
a new venue. This year the event was to be held at the Cadillac
Club in Moreno Valley- less than an hour from my San Diego apartment.
After the crew got inside I saw a girl who (shall remain anonymous,
we will call her Dea) I always wanted to spend an evening with,
but things never quit worked out for us. Ive seen Dea a
hundred times but weve always had other dates, other plans,
bad timing, incompatible states of mind, or some other reason
we couldnt spend the rave together. This time, however,
none of those problems came about and our star crossed luck seemed
like it was going to change. Moments after the words I
am rolling soo hard! left her lips, I was handing over
my freshly emptied crack sac to Marcus. I take it you ate
this? Asked Marcus disapprovingly (and rhetorically). Well,
I didnt sneak it in here so I could hang out with it all
night! Then I gave him a look like your-my-homie-but-see-you-later.
I couldnt wait for it to hit. My female companion was
warm, attractive, and rolling, and it had been all to long since
I got to experience this facet of raving. We were standing in
the outside chill area when I decided to be nice. I gave her
a warm strong hug and said You are so pretty, nice, and
cool Dea. (She is) And I like your style, too, AND
you are a REAL raver. I go out every week, and I see you every
time. Its nice to see someone whos still raving after
this long. So many people have dropped out of the scene and there
are so many new people lately. Its just nice to see someone
I know. Same here Mike G, I dont know anyone
anymore, said Dea. Hey, do you want to go inside
Danny Cosmo was ripping it up
pretty good, and we danced in the adequately crowded but not
overly packed room for a few minutes. It was fun, and it helped
my pill kick in, but we didnt feel like dancing all night.
We decided to walk around and see the rest of the venue, and
just as we started to walk, I saw my friend Rob and had to talk
to him for a minute. I turned my head to check on Dea, and sure
enough she was talking to another guy. OH NO, NOT AGAIN! I didnt
want to loose another chance to chill with Dea. Fortunately,
I ripped her away from that other guy, and we were off to the
Jungle room. By now, we were both felt that happy/carefree feeling,
and the noisy sounds of Jungle made me feel that much better.
Do you want a massage? Asked Dea. Yes
I replied. Okay, pick a spot to sit.
Now this was important. Regardless of how carefree I felt, I
didnt want to be one of those people that plops down in
the middle of the dance floor and messes up the vibe, especially
in the Jungle Room. SO, I picked an out of the way spot to get
my massage. I could feel the massive amounts of stress in my
back (which was why I dropped in the first place), and although
her fingers did a lot of good, only an hour and a half with a
burley professional masseuse, a sauna, and body oil could have
gotten the tension out of my back. Next it was my turn to give
her a rub, and I took it all the way back to my days of being
a pro rolling buddy. We sat on the chairs in the bowling alley
where we could clearly hear the bass boom, but were out of everyones
way. I started out by stretching Dea every which way I could
so that she would be nice and limber for the long massage ahead.
The next hour consisted of drifting conversation, a few kisses,
tons of jungle, and a lot of snuggling. Wow Dea, I thought
we would never get a chance to do this. It seems like every time
we see each other, something keeps us apart. When I saw you tonight,
I wanted to make you promise that you would hang out with me.
Her smile told me that she felt all warm and fuzzy inside. It
was especially nice that I actually meant what I said. So many
rolls are spent with random people you hardly know at all, or
just met. While that is fun, it leaves me with an empty feeling
inside afterward. Also, we both made sure not to take things
too far since hurt feelings are no fun. Instead, we just enjoyed
each others company in one room after the other. Eventually,
I ran into Marcus, and he dragged me into a room that I had not
been in yet. What? Dude, just come here!
The room was empty except for a few party kids and a DJ spinning
house. In other words, the most fun possible room in the world.
The DJ kept the beat going strong for Marcus, Dea, and I, and
we returned the favor by dancing as silly and goofy as we possibly
could. Not the kind of dancing you see in a crowded room full
of dancers, more like the dancing you see alone in the mirror
at your house when no one is looking, or with your down homie
and roommate while you are cooking. You know, the silly-ass shit!
Like a freak straight outta Soul Train! You know,
that Fuckin Disco Style, Fool !! ANYWAY, I suddenly had
enough of whatever it was I was doing, and knew I had to mix
it up. Lets go outside! I requested. We were
outside for about a minute when I saw a hottie sitting completely
by herself. She was wearing a little plaid skirt, white stockings,
and a bunch of other sexy gear. I laughed out loud! It was funny!
This is exactly the uniquely dressed, overpoweringly intriguing
person I wanted to run into at this point in the night, and there
she was just sitting by herself. To think, somtimes, you just
might find, you get what you want! With a big smile on my face,
I sat down in front of her and asked Whats your name?
Jennifer, she responded.
From that point on I had talk
to Jenniffer every twenty minutes no matter what. It wasnt
so much that I was attracted to her, but that she was someone
new. This was another reason that I am happy I popped a pill
at this party. I had noticed that I was becoming jaded. You might
call me: grumpy, or even: BVK (Bad Vibe Kid). BUT, there was
no time for that tonight. After all, this was Happy Friday. For
once I felt like meeting new people and being nice to everyone.
I didnt look down on the people who liked Trance-which
was suddenly enjoyable again.
Anyway, back to Jennifer, since she was already wearing a
really sexy outfit I asked her if she was going to Pajama Jam
next week, and she said that she wanted to go, but that she didnt
have a ride. No Problem! Ill take you! You can be
the Ravers Digest Entry into the $500 Lingerie contest
Oh cool, she said If I win, Ill give
you a $100 of it. Okay, thats cool. So, where
do live? I live in Palm Springs.
Ahh, the commitments we make when
we are rolling...
SO, next week I will drive two hours from San Diego to Palm
Springs, another two hours to Pajama Jam in LA, another
two hours back to Palm Springs, and another two hours back to
San Diego. Which on one hand is eight hours of driving, but on
the other hand, thats there is nothing more fun that going
to a rave with someone new.
(So, if you can't tell, Happy Friday was fun, I had a great time,
and I'm happy I went.)
(Thanks Johnny !!!)
tune in next week learn the answers to these questions...
Will Jennifer and Ravers
Digest bring home the gold and walk out of Pajama Jam with $500?
How many No-Doz will
Mike G. have to eat to stay awake all night?
Who will win the Pajama
Jam Lingerie Contest and be on the centerfold of the next Ravers
Answers to these and more
in the next issue of RAVERS DIGEST!