There's a First Time

And then there's a second time that blows the first time away. Except we didn't stay long enough for Evan to start his mixing. I talk about raves. I've been to a whole two of them, the first was in a basement of a small downtown building, tickets were $5.00, and there was probably about 100 people. The second one was larger, and definitely had the capacity to be larger. It was held in an old skate park on 118th Ave and 90th Street. I recognized more people here, and had more fun.

Holding it in a skate park is pretty cool, it allows for different heights to spin poi and to dance, but the best part was the bowl. Some people were spinning in the bowl while a few others did tricks along the bowl. Sliding down, jumping out, wall walking, all sorts of crazy fun stuff. One thing I tried several times was running up a side and trying to do a hand stand on the ledge of the bowl. Obviously I failed miserably, I'm used to dropping down to do hand stands rather than trying to push myself up.

I did a wall walk around the taller bowl and got about 3/4's of the way around before I started sliding back down. Around the more shallow bowl was a set of makeshift steps to get out, so I wall walked up and jumped over the steps and then wall walked down ... well, it was more like run down and try not to fall. The first time I tried sliding down, my shoes played a trick on me. It went like this:
Shoes: "Psst, we're going to use our grip now."
Me: "what?"
*screech!*
And then I ended up tumbling down a 6 foot wall. Smooth moves. Then I developed a good way to do it. Crouch down on the ledge, grab onto the side and slide sideways on your feet, man it worked so much better.

The rave was actually a spur of the moment thing, the girl Stuart was supposed to be going with decided to back out at the last minute, so after he and I finished beating Team USA in NHL '07, I was informed of my evening plans. I think I should learn to spin staff now.