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 Drugs are Bad. Really Really Bad.

by Mike G

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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. I’ve seen Dea a hundred times but we’ve always had other dates, other plans, bad timing, incompatible states of mind, or some other reason we couldn’t 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 didn’t 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 couldn’t 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. It’s nice to see someone who’s still raving after this long. So many people have dropped out of the scene and there are so many new people lately. It’s just nice to see someone I know.” “Same here Mike G, I don’t know anyone anymore,” said Dea. “Hey, do you want to go inside and dance?”
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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 didn’t 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 didn’t 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.”
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Now this was important. Regardless of how carefree I felt, I didn’t 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 everyone’s’ 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. “Let’s 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 “What’s your name?” “Jennifer,” she responded.
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From that point on I had talk to Jenniffer every twenty minutes no matter what. It wasn’t 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 didn’t 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 didn’t have a ride. “No Problem! I’ll take you! You can be the Ravers Digest Entry into the $500 Lingerie contest” “Oh cool,” she said “If I win, I’ll give you a $100 of it.” “Okay, that’s cool. So, where do live?” “I live in Palm Springs.”
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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, that’s 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 !!!)
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So, 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 Digest?

Answers to these and more in the next issue of RAVERS DIGEST!

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