I was so sick this past week. I went to fantastic techno party a week ago that went until 5am. After I ended up in giant walk in closet with speakers and a DJ set and cool people and was having a great time when WHAM. 6:35am or something. Sore throat, chills, aches, fatigue. I called a Lyft home immediately and went to bed. Woke up so sick I thought I had the flu for three days before I recovered enough to see it was a cold. During this time I had to study and take my Spanish final.
The flu-like, really bad cold was persisting. This was my last weekend in town before a few weeks away on break. Missed a planned goodbye party on Friday for a friend who has randomly been in this city the same time I have been. It was supposed to be my first live DJ experience in years, and was his.
This friend and our mutual friend end up partying all morning while I'm home asleep sick AF a week later.
Sometime 2pm yesterday my friend knocks on my door, wakes me up, brings me tea and honey. Now mind, I have like 15 hours of homework to do thanks to my prof being super nice and giving me some extra time after the final to get it all in, and I'm super sick. So my friend, being nice, is stressing me. But we hang out and talk about our lives and childhoods and stuff, have a great time.
He wants to party. It's his last weekend here as well. I'm like, I can rally maybe 90 minutes before I get too sick, and I'm out of money until next week. We work it out. Now I'm sick and I haven't done my homework and I'm committing to party. I take a disco nap and have fever dreams.
I wake up, take some cold medicine, get in the Lyft he calls me. I go out in 2 shirts, 2 scarves, 3 jackets to an outdoor techno show by the river. It's alright, but as long as I'm focused on the music, it's alright. I'm actually feeling better. I'm thinking I can rally to the end of the show, 2am, go home, get some sleep.
Oh no, everyone is saying there's a warehouse party. It turns out there's multiple techno crews in this big city small town. I talk to the guy running the party I'm at, he's like "yeah, their sound is even better than mine. And the music is even more underground." I'm like, well that sounds great actually. And as long as I'm focused on the music I'm feeling way less ill.
F' it. Let's do this. My buddy is down to spot my cover. We get in some random dude's car and we drive over. This random dude smokes me out. His GF rolls us a joint, they know I'm sick so I'll smoke the end of it. They leave me half the joint. I'm like, I've been living in Texas being fairly straight I can't smoke this much. Dude's like, it's cool man just save it for later. (!) Guy just met me. I feel even better.
We get to the warehouse. Same one as the week before but the vibe looks less welcoming. The kids running it are richer, younger, less comfortable. I'm uncomfortable.
Then the guy who drove us sees this and shakes the door man's hand, and my buddy starts joking with them. Bam, everyone's back to good. We pay cover and get it. There's 2 rooms to this warehouse. Wood floor upstairs and grungy concrete basement. Party is in this basement this time. I go downstairs and the music is a little loud for my taste (I measured at 90-95 db. I prefer it 85-90 where you get like 5x less hearing damage). The crowd is younger and hipsterier and more candy raver. I'm like, no bueno. And I only got half a bottle of water left. But the lights were sick. LED's and lasers like a cross between a European techno club and proper warehouse rave.
But then I realize, the music and the sound is really, really, really good. Really weird. And wait, these lights are dope. And wait, this crowd is alright. And literally almost all of my San Antonio friends were there at this random last minute-we-found-out party. We were all turning to each other like "I didn't know San Antonio had anything like this."
My roommate and mutual friend to the buddy dragging me along off his gig at 2am, takes my text to come, and rallies. He brings a friend of ours who is like 35 and never been to any techno, house, rave, anything show I'd been wanting to show her what this glory is. Everyone's dancing super fun and super cool. And when I ran out of water, I asked the guys running it if I could fill my water at the tap like where they had all their door money. They were cool like "yeah, but we have infinite free waters in a cooler back..." points "there. Help yourself /smile". I got to drink and sweat like 5 bottles of water in a basement with like 6 layers of clothes on.
I stayed until 5:30am. Danced and sweat my ass off. Heard actually new styles of amazing music. Went home, slept, woke up 6 hours later and finally after a week my sore throat is on the mend. Lymph nodes reduced. I feel better instead of worse. And turns out my homework is due Monday not Sunday.
Epilogue: This is the 3rd or 4th time I've been sick with an extra heavy cold for like a week and gone and danced to electronic music and kicked the illness. There's the beautiful synergy to it. It obviously doesn't help if you're the first couple of days in and exercise will make you sicker but the music will sync you into one zone. The dancing is the perfect level of exercise that you can modulate as needed.
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