Some people go for the music, some go for the community, and some go for the drugs. My wife and I have been raving for years and we sit firmly between numbers 2 and 3. If you’ve never seen a light show, this may help.
To paint the picture, My wife was 32 yo, 5’3, 117lb with light skin, 34DD after market accessories. With her light skin and colorful half sleeves, she looks like she belongs in a Suicide Girls shoot even after 3 kids. Dig down in history for an idea. I am 33, 6’0 and 190lbs. white, generally fit former Marine with a lot of ink.
This story takes place at one of my favorite shows to date. Rezz and Ghastly on one stage. On this particular night, I wasn’t feeling 100%. It had been a long week at work when we finally dropped the kids off for a sleepover at their grandparents house. I had bought the tickets a month ago knowing our 3 month break was almost over ( please for the love of God, Roll Safe guys). We got to the hotel and I unpacked our bag as she got in the shower. The nerves were getting to me this time. Anxiety maybe? My pulse was already elevating. My breath hitched every so often. My body knew what was coming.