Ten things I’ve learned from going to raves

  1. When you are a teenager, being allowed to enter bars and nightclubs makes you feel all grown up.
  2. The defining moment for me, when I realized that raving might not be all it’s cracked up to be, was when I went to a party and saw a 12-year old girl sitting on the floor, tweaking on crystal meth. I just thought “where are this girl’s parents??”
  3. Going to parties sober is like going to a freak show, except with more sweaty hugging.
  4. This is amazing to people who are high! You will make so many new friends! And the Pez look like pills, so…added bonus!
  5. In the mid-90s, House music was starting to go from underground, gay, and cool, to popular, chachi, and horrible. I was also watching it happen to the rave scene in general, as dance music became more popular.
  6. PLUR. Mmmmmm….really??
  7. Raves in Toronto were in warehouses, converted skate parks, and nightclubs. Raves in BC were in the middle of fucking nowhere.
  8. I’m glad I avoided the “fashion trend” of huge colourful Modrobes pants, soothers, baby block key chains, and fuzzy vests. Some of my friends, alas, were not so lucky.
  9. Even though I went to raves semi-regularly in high school, it wasn’t until just a few years ago that I actually knew anything about dance music.
  10. Weird kids need social validation just like anybody else…falling into a sub-culture is a great way to do it. I just don’t think you want to get so into it that you lose your identity, because sub-cultures fade away over time, and you don’t want to be a 45-year old raver/goth/Twi-hard. It’s not a good look for a grown-up.

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