yin and yang, raver style

Bah: Nobody I know showed.
Yay: Gothing up for a rave, complete with corset, is a good conversation starter. Only I would meet SCAdians at a rave.

Bah: I failed to note that this rave was a booze-free zone.
Yay: I've got more $ to spend elsewhere than I would otherwise.

Bah: no house, much trance, some at insane tempos -- more uwiz's style than mine
Yay: Some of the music didn't suck. I saw something I thought I'd never see: a live turntablist scratching away. Breakdancing happened, but I didn't join in.

Bah: I put my bag down a few times to dance. A couple of times guys got too close to it. Mm, paranoia.
Yay: I was right there and got the bag when needed. Nothing got taken.

Bah: gum chewers who leave gum on seats
Yay: I wore my short vinyl skirt.

Hmm: I wore relatively sensible boots knowing I'd be on my feet. Out of the hundreds there, I was one of about four in heels.

Bah: @#%* smoke machine
Yay: Studio B is big, well-ventillated on the main floor, and has a good sound system.

Hmm: A guy who organized a couple of these things that I went to told me about another one on 12/17. That was nice of him, but to tell you the truth, I'm not sure I want to go: not quite my music, and not quite my crowd. The best technoish things I've been to so far were organized by Uniting Souls.

Let's be careful out there.

On the way home last night I saw not one but two cars that had spun off the freeway, presumably because they'd lost control in the cloudbursts. (For folks outside the Seattle area, that sort of rain isn't too common here, unlike days-long drizzle.) I'm reminded of what John Kiester once said about people around here: unable to drive in any kind of weather.

And speaking of cloudbursts, there was one here at the Abbey with small hail to greet the pizza delivery lady. You can't help but feel sorry for her.

Ka-BOOM! Yay!