I dont think I will be going to a festival promoted by E-tards, washed-up DJ's, or techno-induced seizures any time soon. Lovefest for some reason was fun last year, but this year all I could focus on was the brightly colored neo-hippies who for the most part fashioned themselves a mix between rainbow bright, anime characters, and creatures you used to watch on television when you were a kid...oh and I can't forget the number of people who felt being nude was comfortable for that kind of occasion..good for them, not good for us. After the nausea induced pulsing of one repetitive beat after another, I decided it was time to head home. Two hours later (human traffic hell) I quickly convinced everyone out of the after party, which would have been exactly like the day festival, only with louder techno and more creepy, bright colored, eyes rolled to the back drug addicts, who I had been repelled from before. Instead we ended up at the supper club, which might I say was one hell of a difference. Gone were the annoying, pre-pubescent little e-tards that I had wanted so hard to get away from. Here we had a place to lose your shit and lay on a bed if you should get tired. Yes the entire place was lined wall to wall with awesomely huge bed mattresses from floor to floor. Awesome. Oh and it helped that Drop the Lime is the dirtiest, sickest DJ to come out of Italy/New York City. Lesson learned: no more lovefest. Beds in clubs are a must
