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sistawendy) wrote2010-04-04 11:40 am
sistawendy) wrote2010-04-04 11:40 am
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review: ravey goodness at Pacific Science Center
But first: my booblets are now large enough that I can feel them if I walk fast. Running is now owie. This plays a part below.
After a hiatus enforced for two years by venue management, the raver kids and techno heads again took over the Pacific Science Center. I must confess I loved just talking to random people and soaking up the - I promised myself I'd never use this word in this sense, darn it - energy.
Musically, it was fun but not terribly adventurous. Usual suspect Love Virus was there with the house, and Future Nurses rocked the trance ghetto. Pleasant surprise: Hendrik, who's one of the guys who runs the Church of Bass, was in the chill area. I can't believe I'd never heard him before.
A certain promoter whose shows I'm not that crazy about (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
xaotica, you know who I mean) tries to get me to go to his shows again every time he sees me. To make matters worse this time, he insisted on giving me big, sweaty hugs. I finally said, "I have new boobs. They're a little tender." He let go. Who knew that would ever come in handy?
I saw co-worker B! I'd seen B at Artopia, so I had reason to believe he's cool. I went up and said yeau. That's the first time outside Halloween anyone in my group has seen me en femme. Turns out he was helping the Space Virgins out at the bar; he's planning on camping with them as I did. He'd never been to a PSC party before, so I had fun initiating him. And it turns out that B is the guy who burst into my office on St. Patrick's day dressed entirely in green and danced a jig! I couldn't identify him at the time because he had his face covered in green spandex, too. You don't know that, by the way.
Eye candy? Maybe not as varied as Norwescon, but still pretty good. The party got quite busy quite quickly. Please, please let us in there again.
ETA: Saw Yvette Soler, who's the person in charge of the PSC parties. She thanked me for the "pep talk" I gave her in Barcelona. Awww!
After a hiatus enforced for two years by venue management, the raver kids and techno heads again took over the Pacific Science Center. I must confess I loved just talking to random people and soaking up the - I promised myself I'd never use this word in this sense, darn it - energy.
Musically, it was fun but not terribly adventurous. Usual suspect Love Virus was there with the house, and Future Nurses rocked the trance ghetto. Pleasant surprise: Hendrik, who's one of the guys who runs the Church of Bass, was in the chill area. I can't believe I'd never heard him before.
A certain promoter whose shows I'm not that crazy about (
xaotica, you know who I mean) tries to get me to go to his shows again every time he sees me. To make matters worse this time, he insisted on giving me big, sweaty hugs. I finally said, "I have new boobs. They're a little tender." He let go. Who knew that would ever come in handy?I saw co-worker B! I'd seen B at Artopia, so I had reason to believe he's cool. I went up and said yeau. That's the first time outside Halloween anyone in my group has seen me en femme. Turns out he was helping the Space Virgins out at the bar; he's planning on camping with them as I did. He'd never been to a PSC party before, so I had fun initiating him. And it turns out that B is the guy who burst into my office on St. Patrick's day dressed entirely in green and danced a jig! I couldn't identify him at the time because he had his face covered in green spandex, too. You don't know that, by the way.
Eye candy? Maybe not as varied as Norwescon, but still pretty good. The party got quite busy quite quickly. Please, please let us in there again.
ETA: Saw Yvette Soler, who's the person in charge of the PSC parties. She thanked me for the "pep talk" I gave her in Barcelona. Awww!
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