I got a call from Ryan who was at the venue telling me there was some major problems. 1) there wasn’t nearly enough electricity going into the building to be able to use the equipment we had rented and 2) they were short one set of turntables. I spent the next several hours trying very very hard to convince people to lend me theIR turntables. I got as far as getting a mixer from a friend named Chris when the day had basically slipped away. Ryan called me to say that he had “sorted out the power problem” and the music was bumping and that surprisingly, people were already arriving but that we had no one to take money or tickets or give bracelets. Anyone who had a ticket or actually looked for the person to pay, paid. Anyone who didn’t, got in for free. In the end, I have no idea who paid or who didn’t because we left that job of getting the bracelets and door staff to the massively ineffective JK.

Having finally located decks, on my way to the venue I started getting calls from djs and people saying they couldn’t find the turn off road. JK didn’t put up the balloons on the side of the road like he was supposed too. Apparently someone finally did it because when we finally got there at around midnight, there was balloons on the sign before the road. I was expecting the front of the house to be full of people.  Instead  there was a line of speakers in the driveway, a dj spinning behind them facing towards the opposite direction over the garage and Ryan sitting in a lawn chair in the front. He was taking the tickets as best he could.  Somewhere along the line,  in order to get the power to work, it had meant not using half the rented speakers which sucked. They went to waste but what I still never understood was why he sent the remaining ones on the OTHER side of garage forcing the dancefloor to be on the steep hill. Literally, someone could slip and if they rolled enough, could fall into the very large river. The second room inside was worse.

Because there was no music in there, people just decided to be REALLY sketchy and make it like a crack den with people in the corners snorting shit and and quivering. Others were just making out anywhere and everywhere.  The smell was SO bad because no one thought about opening any windows. We got the decks setup which sort of helped but overall, that room was dubbed the crack den for the rest of the night. I avoided it at all costs.

The second bus load of people arrived shortly after and the weird bus guy informed me he wasn’t going to do the remaining 2 trips thus leaving many people waiting for a bus that never came at the meeting point.