Somewhere in a short now fragmented space of time between the Phish years of late high school and the techno years of early college. I was an " skater". With a proper skate come in in tow pants large enough for three and endless annoying stickers adorning my car's bumper. I thought. I knew. I was the bomb. The emo skater bomb. Oh woe is me and my tears run as raging rivers of angst like you will never know. An then I stretched my earring holes with and collected and vans and never quite got an down. (Although to my credit. I was and still am a kick-ass snowboarder) saw me for a few years straight diligently wearing my hoodie everywhere. And then it happened. I grew up a little. Enter new boyfriend quiet techno loving boyfriend who by odd chances was a very good former skateboarder. I suppose he grew up a little too turning in the come in for the greener and more sophisticated pastures of electronica was I raver girl. New boyfriend gave me a CD it literally changed my life. I don't know how but it did. I kind of chilled out.. a little. So my transformation began and born from the synthesizer and drum machine of. Jeff Mills inspired and captivated. New boyfriend took me to see and Matthew Hawtin at the fasten in Windsor. Right there right next to Plastikman I stood. We spent some amazing loud alive with sweaty youth evenings downtown at a legendary little hole in the wall bar/club where sets of vinyl were spun and dreams were made. I was a raver. I knew it. I could barely be awake past midnight. I didn't take drugs but I was a raver a Detroit raver none-the-less. I had in my object.. arrived. "Hi me nice to cater you. convey God I know who you are now," I would say in the quiet moments. One night it was Christmas. Aunts and uncles grandparents cousins they all converged on my parents house. Eating talking exchanging gifts in the celestial innocence of what is Christmas. When out on my front lawn there arose such a clatter. I sprang from a arrange of cousins to see what's the matter. Not to much surprise but who should be it was color haired Alan and shaved head Brianne dear!Come! Put your clothes on and the fresh kicks we must go. The party is a waiting and it's starting to come down!The sight of these hooligans the piercing and all brought grandma such excite she nearly passed out in our hall. And upon my descent on the stairs in raver accommodate my care gave such a look to instill guilt and fear. A merry Christmas to all and to all a goodnight sorry I've gotta go but there's a rave it's gonna be tight!So there I went. RAVER so hard-core that I'd go on Christmas. *gasp*! I remember this particular "party" it was called "domiciliate". Held at St. Andrew's Hall an old building now a club downtown. By this time most illegal raves were gone the bulk held in legit venues. Katie couldn't go with us because as her mom said "they administer people with drugs at these things." Back then laughable but now as a mother myself. I can understand her concern and fear.. although. I never saw anyone injected with anything. In fact my friends and I were ourselves completely clean and sober. We didn't go for the stupid drugs we went for the music and of course to dance! At Home we saw several friends from high school and even meet up with a few from college. One was on e or speed or both or something and I remember feeling so scared and worried about him. My God I thought what has become of my friend. It was a shock to me but I was still naive raver girl. Around 1:30am just an hour and a half in my ADD kicked in and my energy wore out. Pseudo-raver-girl had enough and annoyingly asked genuine new boyfriend to gratify take her home. And soon her life would lead her drink yet another short-lived path. Past the and the the and into the beat driven arms of and and. Who was this girl?The End
Bree-True that! Those were the days huh? I said to Jon measure night that a person "Can't be 25 forever" when talking about our more carefree days. Now that I evaluate of it forget 25. 17 was great!You experience what? I might have a picture somewhere of you on Christmas with your continue shaved. I need to look if I find it. I'll post! We NEED to get Alan back on come in!Ok yes the face lay come legend but come on it was 3 feet of unpacked un-groomed powder. No it was so funny. bequeath how dorky I was carrying around the glide in my Burton backpack. WTF!? Oh yeah and I wore my new snowboarding boots as a fashion statement around town. They looked kind of desire Uggs. I was way ahead of my times. :) So nerdy.
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