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What will the magic 8-ball say about tonight? "Will I have
a great time at Teknoklub?" The answer was "YES, DEFINITELY",
so things were looking good. In one hour flat Mark (37) and I
had gone from a Carlsbad gas station to Tommy's World Famous
Burgers in L.A., not that I recommend traveling at light speed
to any event. We stopped to meet a friend for burgers down the
street from the rave. A tip: If you don't like chili on your
hamburger you have to order it that way at Tommy's World Famous
Burgers. "You want no tomatoes, you order no tomatoes, you
want no chili, you order no chili" exclaimed the lady behind
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The night had a crisp chill in the air and the stars were unusually
bright as we rolled up on the scene and said our hellos. I walked
in and was immediately immersed in a warm blanket of Trance.
Thomas Michael was captivating the onlookers, the floor was shaking
from everyone dancing in rhythm, and the party was at full strength.
There was a great vibe in the air, and everyone was smiling and
having a great time. It was nice to see all of the love in the
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Like always it was time to go
in separate directions. Mark was off to take pictures and I was
on a mission to find the friends we were meeting there. After
tracking them down, it was off to the smoking/vender booth section
to catch up with my old friend Jimmy and his new girlfriend.
We had a smoke or two and checked out all of the goodies for
sale at the vendor booths.
Riding the soft breeze was a warm beat calling us back inside.
It was time to dance, and dance we did. I have to give major
props to Thomas Michael, his transitions were flawless and his
beats were hypnotizing. An hour and a half had passed with the
blink of an eye and my urge to explore took control once again.
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I meandered over to the Jungle room and it was hitting hard.
The crowd had been mostly stolen away by the main room but a
few hardcore Junglists were still representing. What the Jungle
room lacked in decorations it made up with cool chill areas and
cute bartenders. The DJ controlled the room from a stage at the
front of the dance floor, he was drowning the room in bass and
I loved every minute of it. I soaked in the action for a bit
and was off to have a smoke, where I found Mark taking a break
from his photography. We kicked it with a few cuties for a while
and then bumped into a girl dressed in a large pink furry hat
with a pink furry bikini top and a long pink furry skirt. She
was out doing promotions. It is nice to see people that get into
the experience, they really help to make raves something special. |
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We walked back to the party and by now Donald Gloude was tearing
it up. What a showman, he was really getting into it his music.
The general impression that I had gotten from the crowd is that
a lot of them had come just to listed to Donald. The stage was
jumping with partygoers, friends, and guy dressed as a big furry
monster. A giant blowup Frankenstein doll even went crowd surfing. |
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It was time for me to take over the camera so that Mark would
get a chance to go dancing. Hmmm, my first time playing camera
man at a party, It was kind of an interesting challenge hunting
down the fleeting moments that deserved to be captured on film.
My favorite subject was a cute little bartender, she knows who
she is. With the party now winding down it was time to call it
a night. Soaked in sweat and feeling alive once more we decided
to run the gauntlet of flyer vendors. I left this party feeling
energized and all warm and fuzzy (a great combination if you
can get it). So it turns out the magic 8-ball was right, I did
have a great time this night. |
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