Let me warn you here at the beginning: I was pretty drunk when I showed up to this party, so I don’t remember everything, but I ‘d like to tell you a little something about it since I went through the trouble of pre-ordering a ticket…
I was at Duffs (this metal bar) and the girl I was with was being hit on by an older bearded guy who looked remarkably like a character from Game of Thrones (Davos Seaworth aka The Onion Knight). Not a big deal, we’re not dating, but I was pretty spaced at the time, so I was having a hard time socializing with the other metalheads in the bar—and Davos’ large friend was getting weirdly touchy-feely which kinda pissed me off.
Then my friend Dream Distraction (a musician, hear his music here: https://soundcloud.com/dream-distraction) shows up and I leave the bb behind to get free drinks from the creepy bro (she can handle her shit…she’s Russian). We walk to the L train and take it to [secret location] get out and walk (I may have been stumbling a little at this point…) for a few minutes to the venue for the night.
We showed up at around 1 am, checked IDs, went to will-call, got stamped or bracelets or whatever. I immediately walk to the bathroom line (pretty long, but there’s already a huge number of people chillin in this dungeon warehouse) because I’ve been drinking since 5 pm. The bathrooms were half a dozen portajohns. It was an exercise in focus to not piss myself in line, I just kept imagining a visualization I may or may not have had from DMT and that helped the cause…
OK, bathroom sitch was satisfactory. Stepping out of my smelly, plastic hell hole was like stepping outside for recess in elementary school. I noticed the fog, the lights, the lazers, the people, the rib-rocking bass, the music (which was never terrible…from what I remember). The next step in my quest was the exploration… there were different areas where people were congregated.
The main dance floor held the most people, it was pretty easily navigable as we had a LOT of room to spread out and “dance”. A lot of girls and boys were doing slow motion windmills with their arms, kinda two-stepping to the left and right, looking at the floor or at the feet of their neighbors, hair all in they face n shit. A lot more people were just slowly walking around or standing still, bopping their heads to the beats and sipping their drinks that they got at ….
The BAR: Oh hell yeah. a bar in a warehouse. nothing better (except the memory :( … ). They had a decent selection of booze if i remember correctly. I gave the bartender like 11 bucks for a huge cup of shitty whiskey because I’m socially awkward and was still kinda spaced so I figured a dose of whiskey would help me out… anyway… I was still aware of DD’s presence and I was drunkenly chugging whiskey, spending money I had made earlier in a trade… … …
We walked over to the right (the left if you’re the DJ) and there was a wall of translucent material with a purple(?) light glowing behind it with sexy looking silhouettes dancing behind it. That was a nice touch… at this point I’m not feeling pain anymore so I’d probably be ok with a wall covered in vomit, but looking back, I appreciate the aesthetic.
Anyway I chugged my whiskey, ducked under the tape that separated the bathroom line from the “backstage” chilled back there for a bit and i think this is where I started to brown out. I have a feeling this is around the time DD introduced me to his friend who was somehow affiliated with the warehouse…this guy had a friend who knew this girl from the Netherlands named Molly. We met met Molly, I was told I shook her hand twice (drunken idiot over here)…
Not sure if this was before or after we met the girl, but I also bumped into a very responsible and talented friend / DJ called [ctrl] (https://soundcloud.com/ono) I think he noticed my stupor and we exchanged pleasantries for a moment and I baltered off into the depths of writhing and rolling bodies.
At some point I was chillin/dancing with this girl (who was probably pretty hot, I have standards… I think…) we were hanging by the DJ and I think she put her jacket down on the ground.. (or maybe I did??) but yeah we had a pretty fun time….
I’m standing on N 6th and Bedford. Its probably 9 or 10 am.
Not wearing my jacket…it’s pretty cold out, but I don’t seem to care yet… I’m waiting next to this car, she’s gonna be here soon to give me a ride…
[10 mins go by]
sure is cold out here… where the heck is she? wait… who am I waiting for? where the fuck is my jacke- oh shit…
My phone, charger, headphones, and sunglasses are all in this sick leather jacket I was wearing… Shit got swallowed up by the night.
Luckily I had my wallet in my pants (which were’t missing).
All in all, Rinsed was a cool party (Check em out here: http://rinsed.it/) … I’ll go again after I lay low for a while… It was a hell of a way to end my reckless streak that had been going for a few weeks.
This concludes DARKWING BLACKOUT vol. 1