Despite all of this, things went fairly smoothly from then on. Many djs never showed up, JK took over some spots he was never booked for and pissed off bunch of people. One raver had to be restrained for an hour because he “really just wanted to swim and he knew the river cause he lived around there during the summer.” It was like 3am and he kept taking off his clothes and rushing for the river bank.  He eventually wandered off into the woods and no one heard from him for 2 days. Apparently he was on the shuttlebus home but no one noticed.  I also found out why P wanted to reserve the upstairs. He made it his coke lair where he was inviting all the girls he could to come up to his “vip floor” and convince them to make out with each other for drugs.  I can’t say that I was cool with that but at that point, I was too drunk to care. I spent the majority of the night hanging out at my truck with friends because the party was just too sketchy for me to handle. 

Morning finally came and I ventured over to the slanty stage area to listen to one of my favorite djs, VH3, play a morning trance set for the 20-30 so people who were still out dancing. It was at this point that I noticed the small boat coming across the river towards us. In it was a grizzly older looking man with a full graying beard, little bit of hair on his head, overalls and rubbers boats. He pulled into the makeshift dock and got out of the boat. When he disembarked, he brought with him what looked like a thick stick that he was using carrying in his right hand. As he got closer, I could see It was an axe! Some guy had come out of the mountains and was going to put in an axe in my head to round off this perfect night. He shuffled his way over to the group and I approached him asking what I could do for him. He, of course, was unhappy about the sound levels. I didn’t argue with him seeing as he was holding an axe with him and got the the volume promptly turned down. He lectured me on common decency for neighbours even across the river (which I had completely forgotten about) and then started to shuffle back towards his boat. In a stupidly brave moment, I called out to him “why did you bring an axe?” I was expecting some crazy hillbilly-esque answer about putting it between my eyes. Instead, he simply looked down at his axe and said “oh this? This is my walking axe.” He turned around and left in his boat leaving the small group that had gathered dumbstruck over what had just happened. Who carries a “walking axe”????

It was about 9am when a black limo came down the dirt road towards the house. This was definitely not the kind of road you would take a limo down but amazingly it made its way over to the house. It stopped and 5 very drunk frat boys jumped out screaming about making it to the party. The ran into the house looked around, declared the party a bust and jumped back into the limo.  It was a very surreal ending to a surreal party. Did I mention it was my birthday?