I went to a rave.

The worst Friday night I have had in a long time.
Lets set up the picture in your head. MY (clearly distorted) image of a rave was:
Lights flashing, hardcore techno, kids doing that one Swedish dance, glow sticks.
No.
We start off the night by having to park in an abandoned building parking lot, and walking in the freezing cold only to discover the longest line I've seen in my life. Were talking Disneyland status.
As we stood behind a BUSTED blonde in an over sized john Deere shirt and a mini skirt with Etnies sneakers, (i know right?), and in front of five creepy older Hispanic males, I had come to terms with the fact that I would probably end up dead tonight. This crowd was ROUGH, yet really stupid. I wondered who they would be in the daylight, because I had never seen a grown woman dressed as a Chinese cat on a day other than October 31st.
An hour of a wait goes by and the line speeds up. When we get to the door, I overhear that the security stopped doing bag/weapon searches, in order to get more people inside. WOW that's great news. I let go of my negative attitude and look for the dance floor. Where is the dance floor? Are you serious, that's all? Its about a 10' by 10' black-lighted area with distantly audible music, drowned out by the hum of the crowd. We find a wall to sit on. A girl dressed in wings and lingerie offers to give us a neck massage. A pimply-faced guy offers us some shrooms.

I decided to people watch. This crowd reminded me of the tweens I've seen tripping out of Hot Topic, trying to do some weird shit for attention. Except 300 of them, ages ranged from 13-40, all competing for each others attention, a massive cry for help.
It all ended when a girl decided to climb up on the beams of the ceiling and break the lights, somehow there was a rush of people to the exit and we were in it.
Basically, it was a fake excuse for a fake acid trip.
My review: same cost as the club, 10 times the wait, 1/8 the quality/loudness of the music, and 0% ZERO PERCENT of the guys.