I went to a rave.

For those of you who don't know what "dubstep" is.... imagine a band of robots playing hard rock... without the instruments. My boyfriend absolutely loves this music. One dubstep DJ in particular, Rusko, played at a venue downtown last night which Sully and I attended.

People do a lot of drugs at these kinds of shows.

They dance like maniacs and wear outrageous outfits while they hold glowsticks and stare at the flashing lights on the stage and suck on lollipops. It's actually a whole lot of fun to watch them. They don't really care if anyone is paying attention to them, or they assume everyone is watching them because what they're doing is amazing and perfect... either way it's a free ticket to judge people openly. Don't get me wrong, it's all love and happiness and dancing in the air, not the kind of place a big fight would break out (maybe just a dance off), and it's definitely not a negative atmosphere. But looking around at all the people so obviously under the influence of various substances makes one giggle a bit.

So there I was, in the middle of a very large, dark room packed with sweaty, shirtless guys and girls in knee socks dancing with glowsticks while the bass from the speakers literally shakes the floor, and as the hundreds of drugged up people jump and sway to the beat, the floor heaves under my feet and feels like its about to crumble... Sully and I nursed a few beers in the back while the show got started. Then we met up with friends and followed them into the heart of the swaying crowd.

At first, I was a little uncomfortable. I didn't know what to do with my hands, and I couldn't really see the stage, so I didn't know where to look. Then I started to sway with the crowd, and I felt the music pounding in my chest and I followed the rises and drops in tune with my body. I was sober as could be, but I was dancing as intensely as the shirtless guys around us.

There's just something about live music that makes people unite. Even if the genre isn't our favorite, when we're surrounded by fans and immersed in the performance atmosphere, we let loose. People headbang, fist pump, thrash dance to live music. We go crazy for our favorite bands. There's nothing better than that memory of your favorite concert, when your favorite band played your favorite song and it was awesome. So last night, even though I normally get a headache from that kind of music, I was completely lost in the moment and enjoying every second of it. Never pass up the opportunity to weave your way through a crowd full of happy, hyper, dancing people and dodge flying beach balls and glowsticks swinging from strings. It's a jolly good time.

As for me, I just crossed something off my bucket list, and it was just as awesome as I hoped it would be.