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"Rob LOVES the Moon Bounce!" said a slightly
drunk Marcus as we approached the venue for Cosmic Force. Peering
over the fenced in outdoor area I could see the head of an inflatable
dragon gently jiggling. Once again 26C had unleashed the chaotic
energy that comes from combining a Moon Bounce and a rave. And
it was a good thing too, as the Drum n Bass room of Q-topia was
completely free of any frequency below 200Hz, there was no House
music, and the Trance room was too clean for me to get that "rave"
feel. (After another hundred parties it might be run down enough
to feel like a rave venue.) The third room was Happycore -need
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- SO, I went to smoke a cigarette in the splendid outdoor area
of the virgin venue. Tonight, for me, was not a night to dance
or to appreciate sets over a quality sound system, but instead
it was a night for zany fun in the Moon Bounce. After all, I
too drank my share of the Smirnoff Vanilla Vodka we finished
on the way to LA, and now it was time to take part in making
my own fun. Fortunately, I had a partner in crime with which
to wreak silly havoc. Avoiding all originality, Alicia and I
decided that since we liked Jungle, and the occupants of the
Bounce were Cande People, we would teach them a lesson they would
soon not forget. Actually, we didn't really want to teach them
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"Hey, do you guys like TRANCE?" I asked through the
netted window. I waited for each and every one of them to reply-some
with a nod, some with an affirming comment, and one by laying
motionless, face up with a pacifier in his mouth. A silent glance
at Alicia, and we agreed that this was our crowd. Shoes were
left at the inflatable doorway, as we crawled into the arena
filled with unsuspecting victims. "Feel the pain Cande Freaks!!!"
was the battle cry I uttered as Alicia and I began to bounce.
Some of the occupants sprung up in defense of their Cande Culture,
while others formed sad faces. In a way I felt bad for violating
the sanctity of the otherwise peaceful Moon Bounce, but not bad
enough to stop. Soon the Bounce became unstable, and everyone
inside was rolled into one edge. A truce was made, until the
Bounce was once again upright, and then just as suddenly it began
again. Violent bouncing was not enough anymore, and direct man-to-man
combat was in order. "Okay Trance lovers, feel the wrath
of the Jungleplex!" Alicia jumped into my arms and formed
the letter "J" by holding her feet high in the air.
I then bombed the fallen Moon-bouncers by dropping Alicia ass-first
onto their heads. Over and over, again and again, Alicia jumped
into my arms and another helpless Cande Kid was victimized. Soon
things got grimy inside the Bounce, and socks were being ripped
from the feet of opposing Moon Bouncers. Occasionally a new person
would enter the Bounce, leaving just as suddenly. This kind of
chaos was more than some people bargained for, and even I can't
tell you the complete details of the ensuing madness, some of
my actions were simply too silly to be remembered correctly (At
one point I remember planting a smelly sock on Jon Romley's face
as he walked by the Moon Bounce talking on his Cell phone). Also,
like I said, I was drunk. |
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Here, Laura shows her disapproval of the moonbounce's use at
a rave. She knows better than anyone how dangerous
they can be... |
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Here, a young girl and Pokimon help demonstrate the Jungleplex... |
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Wow, that little Jungle girl was strong!! I even felt a little
bit bad for crushing Pokiman. |
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Oh, that's just uncalled for!!! Pokimon was just taking a beating
that night. Later, his head ended up in a basketball hoop. |
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And here is that guy dealing out the abuse to the dragon directly.
I blamed the dragon for making me take this guys socks, so you
can understand his reaction... |
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