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Cured the bummer that was yesterday afternoon by going to another big ravey thing at Pacific Science Center, organized in part by Uniting Souls. In brief, Dayumn. It's a lowdown shame none of you were there with me.
Music: right on. I even found myself lingering at the trance & downtempo stages, which I usually don't do. Either I'm turning into a real raver or it was better than usual. Thumbs up in particular to Julie Herrera, Amanita, and Nordic Soul.
I finally met![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xaotica, who's a well-known organizer of many things techno, after many failed attempts. I didn't get to talk much because she was working the doors and I was freezing, but it's easy to see how she could get people to work together: she's got charm to burn.
A raver complimented me on my "bustier". For once I let that slide. There were girls in actual bustiers, though, dancing on stilts (I'd never seen pony stilts before), and Space Virgins working the bars. It was very much a Burner-flavored party, complete with several people significantly older and greyer than I am. I overheard a youngster complaining about them, but I didn't see any of them doing anything dodgy. Ergo, the whippersnappers can bite me.
Saw somebody selling photos, including one ofvebelfetzer. Sometimes I love how small Seattle is.
Questioned wisdom of not wearing hose while circling building to get in. Did not question wisdom after dancing in velvet.
I did not want to leave.
Music: right on. I even found myself lingering at the trance & downtempo stages, which I usually don't do. Either I'm turning into a real raver or it was better than usual. Thumbs up in particular to Julie Herrera, Amanita, and Nordic Soul.
I finally met
xaotica, who's a well-known organizer of many things techno, after many failed attempts. I didn't get to talk much because she was working the doors and I was freezing, but it's easy to see how she could get people to work together: she's got charm to burn.A raver complimented me on my "bustier". For once I let that slide. There were girls in actual bustiers, though, dancing on stilts (I'd never seen pony stilts before), and Space Virgins working the bars. It was very much a Burner-flavored party, complete with several people significantly older and greyer than I am. I overheard a youngster complaining about them, but I didn't see any of them doing anything dodgy. Ergo, the whippersnappers can bite me.
Saw somebody selling photos, including one of
vebelfetzer. Sometimes I love how small Seattle is.Questioned wisdom of not wearing hose while circling building to get in. Did not question wisdom after dancing in velvet.
I did not want to leave.
