Despite my current “partyboy” lifestyle, it might surprise you to learn that I didn’t go out much at all back in High School. In fact, I was a pretty stereotypical nerd – shy, skinny, pasty, spending my weekends in a dark room playing video games or reading Popular Science. By college I’d only started to come out of my shell, and I don’t think I really became the “excessively social” (as some have called it) individual I am today until after moving to Japan.
It should be no surprise, then, that I was never much of a raver. I went to just one rave when I was about 18 and honestly felt way out of place.
But all that just changed. Because although I have been tremendously productive during these last few months at home, the scheduling also provided an opportunity for one very unexpected experience.
This weekend I went to the Electric Daisy Carnival, the world’s biggest rave.
And I loved it.
EDC was miraculous. It was stupendous. It was wonderful.
No…it was a wonderLAND.
For three short nights, the Las Vegas Motor Speedway – more than a thousand acres filled with a quarter million ravers – was transformed into a world like nothing I’ve ever seen.
Never did I expect that a party in the US could be even half this good…but leave it to Las Vegas to blow everything completely out of proportion.
I think it’s safe to say that EDC has just skyrocketed its way to a comfortable spot among my list of “best parties in the world,” right alongside Roskilde and Brazilian Carnaval. It really was that good.
I’ll describe it more in a bit, but for now you can have a look for yourself – I mirrored a video below (make sure to wait for the “night” segment that starts 2 minutes in!). If it loads too slowly you can watch it on YouTube instead.
Note: These posts are behind realtime; the above took place on the last weekend of July.