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Apparently the post-irony thing has caught up with "dancing at warehouses," at least in the PNW, and the cool kids are going out and calling it "raving" again. Even drug-free, which is the way to be or something. Diet Red Bull is not a drug. So yeah. Saturday I went to Re-Bar where there was some loud detroit techno shit going down, then headed to TRUST, at the Artificial Limb Company space. As soon as I got to the dancefloor I was like OMFG I CAUGHT THE PLUR. It's not enough to have good music, although that definitely helps. But you must also have the small sweaty space crammed with ravers who are capable of dancing without bumping into people. (This, btw, is a skill that 99% of people at any other show do not have, and I have therefore started elbowing people at these shows in question.)

So yeah. Good times. Something else that was lacking in my life last year that I will absolutely work on.