“If you obey all the rules, you miss all the fun” -Katharine Hepburn

At 7pm on March 31, 2007, Adrian, Dustin, Niko, Nick, and Erin, picked me up from my apartment to head down to Caffeine 2007! We jumped into the car, and started driving. Adrian weaved in and out of traffic down the interstate, and dodged several almost-accidents. I was sure we were going to die.
Trying to follow directions posed to be difficult when we missed an exit. But, it all worked out to our advantage, as the exit we chose to take to turn around, ended up skipping a few steps in our directions.
When we finally arrived, my friends headed to will call to get their tickets. And I hopped in line with my ticket in hand. Shortly after getting in line, a man with a horn, announced that in order to get into the venue, everyone must have a state issued ID. FAIL! I did not have a state issued ID. It was just after 8pm, when doors opened, and I was damned near an hour away from home. Kayla met me there, and stood in line with me. We talked about ways of getting me in, and tried to think up a plan. After about 20 minutes of useless talking, we decided that it was hopeless, and there was no way i was getting into the rave. I didn't want to give up hope, so I stood in line, and racked my brain, trying to find a way. Finally, Kayla decided to sell her ticket and bounce. She left me with her drivers license and her school ID. Seeing as we are cousins, we look strikingly alike. So I spent my time in line memorizing her information, just in case.
After about 30 minutes, I met a girl named Meg. We talked for a while, and she introduced me to her friends. We shared pictures of our daughters, and made jokes about everything. It was nice to have someone to talk to, as all my friends were already inside. As time passed, Meg managed to do a little line bouncing, and get us up to the front. After standing up front for a few minutes, a new entrance line formed, leaving us only a few people behind the doors. WOOT! We were almost there.
Security was a NIGHTMARE! We were wanded, patted down, felt up, and asked numerous questions. We had to take off our shoes, pull everything out of our pockets, and hand over anything and everything, pretty much. They even took my chap stick and body paint. WTF?!? When I FINALLY got in, I went on a search for my friends. Anyone at that point would be wonderful to see. I easily found Adrian and the group near the DDR machines. It was madness!
After aimlessly wandering for about 20 minutes, I ran across Meg again. I hung out with her in the main lobby of Fat City for a while, then headed into the arcade so her and her friends could discuss a central meeting point in case anyone got lost. I felt so bad for her. Out of all her friends, she was the only sober one.
A few hours passed, and Squirrel found me. We took a couple pictures together, and headed to the mainstage. We danced, and sticked, with a few outside breaks, for the rest of the night.
When we left, we drove around, got lost numerous times, and listened to basshunter. After driving around for much longer than we should have, we finally found the interstate. WOO FOR BEING OUT OF TOWNERS! On our way home, we stopped by McDonalds. I did the impossible and ate breakfast there. I know, gross. After multiple penis jokes, and several trips through the drive through (we couldnt make up our minds apparently), we got back on the road. We dropped a few folks off, and squirrel made the trek towards my house. He was rad and took me home, despite the fact that i live nearly 45 minutes out of his way. When I got home at around 7:30am, I showered, and headed to bed.
I had a blast! I never knew dancing with glowsticks could be so pretty and mesmerizing! I was simply in awe at what some of those people could do with those sticks, squirrel included.
I hope that squirrel will invite me to go again. I had so much fun with him and his friends. It was nice to be around fun, sober, people. I also hope that someday i can learn to dance rad with sticks as well!
As I conclude this blog, I would like to leave with a little message....

2 hours of sleep and 9 energy drinks in 2 days, sucks ass.

PS-- I met DJ TRAJIKK! It was amazing!

<3 Romy