Underground Chronicles: part 4: being there
Shortcake May 19, 2010
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The tingling starts at the tips of my toes and sparkles its way up my legs and into my chest, it’s all over me. Just for a second or an eternity, there’s no music, it’s a centered calm feeling, peace.
Blissfully I look over to the wall between the two bathroom doors. I’ve seen her before, but I’m not sure where, she’s so beautiful. She’s a bit taller than I am, dressed in patchy hippy clothes, thick naturally red dreads, and light creamy skin with freckles.
“Your hair is so beautiful.” I tell her, no longer concerned about looking too rolled out.
She thanks me and lets me touch one of her dreads. I show her my dreads under my hat. She shows me how she twists hers and says it would probably help with the loose parts I have.
“Check this out,” she says holding a piece of plastic out in front of her. “It’s bubble wrap, I just found it on the floor here,” she says.
We stand and pop the bubble wrap. Realizing that we hadn’t exchanged pleasantries, I say, “I’m Shortcake, what’s your name?”
“I’m Tigerlilly,” she says.
I look in her eyes, I realize where I remember her from, we had been introduced once, by a girl that gave me a really special piece of kandi that said, “good beat,” like the song by Deee-Lite, this was at a psy-trance party back at the Ginger bread house. I didn’t think I’d see either of them again. It was nice to be actually meeting her.
The bathroom door swings open and I side inside. A glance at the mirror reveals saucer eyes staring back at me. When I slide back out I let Tigerlilly in.
“See you around,” I say.
I notice I don’t have a bottle of water and wander over toward the other room, where there’s hardcore. I glance around and see Guardian with a water bottle in his hand.
“Where did you get the water?” I ask him.
“Let me show you,” he says.
We walk over to the vending table, lots of shinnies, of every color.
Guardian gets a bottle of water while I look at all the stuff they have for sale.
“See you back out there!” I say as he waves while walking back to the dance floor.
I notice a sign that says “Snow Cones.”
“What kinds do you have,” I say pointing at the sign.
She starts to list the flavors, “Strawberry-”
“Yes!” I say. I feel my pupils get more dilated.
I pay her for the snow cone and a bottle of water.
The snow cone is super syrupy, and cools my insides. I walk my way back to the chill area, super focused on the deliciousness of the best snow cone ever. Seeing my friends all puddled I plop down next to them. I give my lover a princess wave, while enjoying my snow cone.
“Wow, you’re really enjoying that snow cone, aren’t you?” Lego says to me. If he had asked I would have let him have some, but yes I was really enjoying it. He can be a real jaded asshole sometimes.
We sit, smoke some hookah, trade back rubs and tell each other we’re all glad to know each other, happy to have met, and delighted to be sharing this night together.
It’s official, it’s time to go dance. Lego comes with me this time.
We go into the front room, The Doctor is spinning happy hardcore. Suppressing to me but really, really good. I’ve enjoyed his sets before, I’ve seen him drop Closer by Nine Inch Nails in a drum’n’bass set. This is probably one of the best happy hardcore sets I’ve heard recently, anthem after anthem. Lego says we should go wait in line for the bathroom, soon, but I’m having a hard time separating myself from the set. Finally some way too toy town-y version of 99 Red Balloons comes on, but it was only sampled and mixed into Love, Life and Happiness by Bang!, a song I adore, making it increasingly harder to tear myself away from the set, but I do have to pee. Lego and I go to the other room to wait in line for that bathroom.
Some weird remix of the song associated circuses and carnivals is being played with an overly loud MC, MCing over it.
Lego looks toward the crowd and says, “It sounds like we’re in a poorly drawn cartoon.”
I look out over the crowd, it defiantly looks a lot like we’re in a very badly drawn cartoon. The music is something between shitty drum’n’bass and dub step. The kids that are into this kind of music don’t really dance, they stomp around looking angry, holding 40’s, thinkin’ they’re super hardcore for doing so. I try not to dislike them on general principal, but their attitude and general lack of plurr really burns my toast. At lease they’re happy. Two boys go into the bathroom together in front of us.
“Why can’t they use a dark corner like every one else?” I ask.
After a long wait to use the bathroom Lego and I walk around and look for Morgan, who we haven’t seen much of since they ventured off by themselves. We count 1... 2… 3… separate couples having personal time in various places in the warehouse, but no Morgan.
We danced around, talked with people, smoked weed and exchanged phone numbers and kandi. Time really does fly when you’re having fun.
The party seems about over, so I help clean up a bit. Morgan and Justice are back together.
I hand my ecstasy safety flyer to one more kid I had met that night who was leaving, when another kid I had seen around before asked what the flyer was for, I gave him one and proceeded to run around giving them to every one left standing.
It was last shuttle call, we all got in and Gambit asks us where we need to be dropped off. I tell him and let him know he’s really awesome.
While we wait for the bus, on this cracked out Sunday, we all agree that this party was awesome and toast!
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