It is hard to imagine how a concrete box full of people all kinds of fucked up on strange chemicals and music so loud you can feel your teeth blistering could be boring, but somehow FORCEWA manages it.
Clearly these people get something form their drugs I don't, because despite my best efforts (I personally was all fucked up on a bunch of mephedrone, glaucine, 1,3-DMAA and magic mushrooms) I just couldn't feel the vibe. There was no PLUR - There was just "Look at me, I'm a better dancer then you, I'm more fucked up then you, my girlfriend is a bigger slut then your girlfriend" ad nauseum
And nauseate it did, I spent a few minutes in the portaloos re-experiencing a double quarter pounder, which was potentially the most interesting part of the night.
i must say though, the one thing I expected to be the worst suprised me - I had assumed the lines for the 'loos would stretch all the way back to the gate, but in fact, they were suprisingly short. Guess everyone else just handles their shit better then I do -wry grin-
it's always good, though, to get those brief moments of chemically-induced humanity. First-time drug users dropping a killer pill and spending the night hugging their close friends, proclaiming total and unconditional love for the world and asking why they can't feel their legs anymore. Old-school DJs getting the crowd to eat out of their hand and MAKE SOME NOISE FOR THE XANDERRRRRRRRR!
it was a fun night, but given that I spend over $200 on drugs, taxi, food, entry and drink, and that I wouldn't usually even spend that much on a 48 hour doof which wis MUCH more enjoyable and spiritually fulfilling... I can't say I could justify doing it again. I probably will at some point, with longer-lasting chems, and I'll stick around for the whole night (I bailed at about 3am because I was coming down hard and I had work the next day anyway) and it might get better...
But I doubt it.