I am going to start a blog mini-series on parties. From now on, every time I am instructed to write about whatever I desire, I will discuss a party that I have been to and why I found it enjoyable. This week's party is:
The Jungle II @ Colab (South Atlanta)
This was, by far, the best party I've ever been to in my entire life. After driving through the ghetto for what seemed like forever, my friends and I finally arrived at a grassy parking lot fenced in by barbed wire. We followed others who were walking for a short bit until we arrived at the entrance to a massive, abandoned warehouse guarded by its owners who were diligently watching all who entered and kicking out kids that were unruly, too young, or who detracted from the atmosphere. The front of the warehouse had a wrap-around deck filled with kids who were chilling out and enjoying conversation. Upon entering the warehouse, there was a long hallway filled with vendors of glow sticks, paint, art, t-shirts, alcohol, etc. After rounding the corner there was a room with chill music playing and filled with beanbag chairs with people lounging and smoking giant hookahs. The next room we saw was medium-sized and pitch black except for black lights. This room had a DJ who was playing electro and trance music. As I continued on, I eventually wound up in the largest room in the warehouse: A massive pavilion with a 3-story high ceiling the size of a college basketball court. On one side of the room, the Disney movie The Jungle Book was being projected as high as a movie screen projection on the concrete wall with multiple couches, chairs, and beanbag chairs surrounding it. On the other side of the room was a DJ blasting a variety of electronic music genres with 2 subwoofers/speakers the size of smart cars blasting the music to a room filled with 300 dancing people. Accompanying the music was a spectacular light show, several small dancing stages, and glitter falling from the ceiling. As I continued through the warehouse I wandered into another room lit only by black lights. Everyone in the room was painting with neon colors, every wall of the room was covered in intricate designs, people were painting one another and throwing paint around, so basically paint was everywhere. Despite my best efforts, I got paint in my hair, on my clothes, and even in my car. After exploring the inside of the party, I wandered outside to the back deck, where there was a deck bar, several tables with chairs, and several people spinning fire staffs and other ablaze objects in perfect time to trance music. Upon leaving the deck I saw a small, half-globe shaped, enclosed, white tent and became curious as to what was going on inside the tent. My friend and I ventured inside to find a small projector was displaying color changing lights over the walls of the tent, resembling a planetarium. After enjoying every room and aspect of this party for several hours, the cops eventually shut everything down and took the owner away in handcuffs around 5am. Unfortunately this was the end of Colab and there has not been a party there since. :'(
Shannon,
ReplyDeleteAs much as partying your face off makes for great conversation, should it really be a blog? I'm going to count it because I didn't say "write about anything you wish, except parties." That said, if you do write about this kind of thing, try to link it to a greater theme or aspect of your life. Just saying...
Later,
JTM