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It looks scary by day, doesn't it? C'mon, admit it - it's true. It's something of a cross between goth heaven and Christian hell.
Don't let that stop ya. I mean, why should it? You dont' scare easily, do you?
You know, I'm never really sure how to find out what's going on here. I think there's some secret hidden password you need to know in order to access some secret hidden chamber of events. Who knows.
I've been once... I wouldn't call it a rave, but some might. In fact, I'd call it A Really Big Party with Candy Kids Galore. Not that I have anything against parties. I don't. And I certainly love to dance to some electronic music. But, please. Must you think it cool to tote children's suckers around and suckle on pacifiers? That's not cool, nor is any mix that makes you think it's cool. You dig?
In any case, the event I went to brought out the weirdos, myself included. I went with a friend, thankfully - as I do NOT recommend any female go alone here, no matter what. (Better safe than sorry.)
So, I tried to dance. I really did. I wasn't even demanding that much floor space... and anyone who's been to Icehouse knows it has a big supply of dance space. Anyhow, I kept getting bumped, kicked, knocked around and intruded upon. That makes for one aggravated and annoyed Alicia. Needless to say, that wasn't the event for me.
But, hey, it's really cool that Icehouse throws these events. So, props for that. It sure beats an empty building just wasting away like you'll find in Detroit.
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