Cradle to the Rave

We’ll name three items and you say the first thing that comes to mind. Cowboy hat, the smell of manure, a clown. First traumatic birthday party? Uh, we were thinking “rodeo,” but we’ll accept it. How about fairy wings, body glitter, and ring pops? Successful educated guessers should check out These Are the Raves of Our Lives. The two-stage shindig features a butt load of DJs, a glow-sticking contest, and a shit-ton of giveaways.
Fri., June 20, 2008