Memories Can’t Be Recreated

I went to another rave! I wanted to wait a while before posting about it so no one can connect the dots to which rave it was, where it was, when, etc… Even though I documented my first experience as a bit underwhelming, it was really more because of the events that happened BEFORE the show rather than how I felt DURING the actual rave. I had a lot of fun. Being there allowed me to get drunk and high and headbang to really fun music. This time, I went with Pretty and Metal. Pretty and I decided to have fun with our outfits and dress like Tinkerbell and Silvermist, while Metal went all out on his own with True Religion jeans and a cool/corny muticolored hoodie with cat ears. Right after we bought our tickets a few months back, Pretty had a field day thinking of what matching outfit we should wear, and once landed upon the fairy idea, spent 0 time prime shipping 2 costume wings to her place and decorating it with glitter and rhinestones. For a normal rave, those outfits are a bit much (definitely more suited for festival), but we both thought we wanted to go all out and have a fun time. The weeks following up to it, I taught the both of them how to make Kandi bracelets to wear, too.

The day of the actual rave, we were all excited. I wasn’t comfortable driving to the big city, so Pretty, Metal, and I voted on taking the train. The most I could do was at least drive us to the station. While we were there, we started snapping photos of our fits together with our phone and Polaroid cameras. Unlike Metal, Pretty and I are very unnatural at our individual shots. Where do we stand? What do we do? How do I not look so awkward in front of the camera? Maybe it’s just a girl’s worries because Metal was able to just be himself and it translated beautifully through his photos. After a solid 30 minutes of posing, we booked it to the train.

Wearing these kinds of ~scandalous~ lingerie-like outfits in public slightly scared me. Sure at the rave everyone would be wearing them too, but before that, we’re still in ‘normal’ public and riding the train and walking through the city with our wings. Not to mention, old people seem very judgy of those sorts of clothing. BOY WAS I WRONG. While waiting at the train stop, an old couple got off and saw our little group. The man called out, “It looks like you guys are about to have a lot of fun!” Awww that was so sweet. When we got off at our stop and walked around the city trying to find the venue, another old woman stopped to compliment Pretty and I, “Where are you two fluttering off to?” And, at the rave, the other girls kept complimenting us on our decorated wings! Although, Metal was slightly salty (jokingly) and asked us, “Hey, how come no one’s complimenting my fit?”

The rave was fun! We all pregamed in our car before leaving, so by the time the actual rave started, all of the substances kicked in and we were able to let loose and enjoy ourselves. Metal was really feeling the music and danced HARD. As the night grew later and later, the crowd kept getting more cramped so the three of us decided to stand on the sidelines to have room to breathe (and room for Metal to bust his moves). Also, because we were wearing wings, Pretty and I were starting to feel self-conscious as more people began to pack in. With less personal space, we kept fearing our wings would slap someone in the face. Luckily, the sidelines were just fine and we all got more drunk and high.

Sadly, halfway through the night, Pretty got a little too high and needed to step out. She tried reassuring Metal and I that it was nothing, but after a while, we got worried not seeing her come back in. It’s easy to get roofied at the events, so we wanted to double check Pretty was okay. When I tried calling her phone and didn’t hear her answer, that when Metal and I started checking all the perimeters. I went through all the bathrooms calling her name, Metal tried going through each of the halls, and finally we found her at the bar. She was sitting and scrolling on her phone. Relieved, we went up to her and asked how was her condition. She felt bad we left the theater after she already told us she’d be fine, but we explained our worries. We sat together for a while and I asked if she wanted to go. Before today, we all made a pact that if any of us start feeling tired at the event, we can ‘call it’ and there would be no hard feelings. Pretty tried reassuring us, saying she wanted to stay. After a good 45 minutes of just sitting there and waiting for her to feel better, eventually it was time to just call it and leave.

I understand our pact, so I’m not angry at her for feeling tired. I’m just a little disappointed that our night was cut short. It made me feel that we wasted a bit of our money for just being able to experience half of the show, and having another quarter of it worrying about Pretty. Although, I do have a part to blame in this, because since it was both Metal’s and Pretty’s first time at a rave, I encouraged them to drink and smoke to have a good time. NOT PEER PRESSURE! They’ve all drank and smoked before, but I would just tell them, “Here have another sip,” or, “Let’s take a hit together!” Maybe it’s my extra pressure that made her go overboard. Still, I don’t blame her at all. It’s just a shame.

TLDR: The first experience with Gretchen was so fun, I thought I could have fun again this time. I did, but it just wasn’t what I expected.