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| - It's like a scene from Mad Max: Fury Road. Survivors of a post-apocalyptic world forge their way through a desert Wasteland, smothered by heat waves and a frantic beat pounding in their ears. The sun sears their skin, the thirst burns their throats. Water is a commodity, but it's $5 a bottle. Will you pay it? How badly do you want to live?
The new world order is called Electric Daisy Carnival, but it's no carnival, and you won't survive by being a daisy. Over 100,000 bodies crush their way into the Las Vegas Speedway per day during the 3-day melee, and the music doesn't stop until after the sun rises.
If you are of the elite class, you can be dropped off on site by helicopter. For the common class, ample parking is available at multiple entrances. Driving in took us over an hour and standing in line took about 45 minutes. Will you wait? How badly do you want to party?
Inside, it's a futuristic world of hypnotic lights and booming sounds. Aside from 8 stages featuring almost every relevant electronic dance music DJ in the modern world, EDC has food, alcohol, shopping, spots to chill, rides, and a wedding chapel. Yes, you can get married while under the "love effect" and annul it 3 days later when the molly is out of your system.
Due to Insomniac's detailed planning, lines for amenities and commodities were both short. We did run into one long queue with eager-looking faces. Intrigued, we were about to get in line when security informs us, "This is the medical center." Maybe later...or never.
One person did die on the second day. Every life is valuable, but let's put this in perspective. In 2001, over 120 people were trampled to death exiting a soccer match in Ghana. For EDC to have 1 death out of over 400,000 total attendees wading through a scorching desert possibly with unknown substances involved? It's nearly a utopia.
It doesn't help though that only 3-day wristbands are sold, and that's a lot of continuous stress on the body. But in the end, the event is 18+, and we are all adults who need to remember basic necessities like feeding and hydrating ourselves and calling it a night...or day when we need to.
To think of it, this experience was less like Fury Road and more like Amity Road. Love and friendship were in the air everywhere, mixed with some desert dust and second-hand smoke of fairies knows what. If you decide to go, just relax and breath it in- you may just get high. I mean high on life, of course.
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