every time you clean out your car you find at least 10-20 party flyers and 2 or 3 dead glowstix...
you find yourself in toy stores and have more fun than when you were 5...
you will drive anywhere and pay up to $25 a week for the privilege of squeezing yourself into
an overcrowded venue of any size....
you regularly use the word "venue"...
you wear all the candy given to you on one arm, and all the candy you made
to give away on the other...
you make candy...
you know that candy can melt in your mouth (but it tastes really gross), or it can fall apart
in your pocket (but you know you'll get it out (somehow)...
you "feel their pain" when a small group of people suddenly lower to the floor huddling
around a flashlight or a glowstick to "find a contact"...
you absolutely must leave your house looking absolutely adorable even though you are
fully aware that within 20 minutes of arrival you will look like a fatality from the titanic pulled
from the ocean and dried off...
you have vowed to never go to another party at that venue...but end up there a couple
weeks later only to vow it once again...
your mother has asked if any alcohol is included in the $25 cover charge
and you hold back a laugh...
your house has ever accidentally ended up being "the after party"...
vicks is a staple on your grocery list...
you know what P.L.U.R is and live by it every day in some small way...
you have an alias that sounds like the name of a "my little pony"...
you dance in dressing rooms while trying on new pants...
you have visited and used (or wished to) a child's playground for your own recreational
enjoyment within the past month...
you never do anything ahead of time, but you always make sure to get your presale tickets...
you feel privileged to know anyone whose "first name" is "D.J."...
you think whistles should be given only to those who can actually hear the beat...
you have ever waited in line long enough for a party that you got so hungry you
wanted to eat your canned food product...
you attempt to make friends while standing in lines outside of parties only
to be looked at strangely...
you can't dance any other way...
you have found yourself randomly "raving" to non-rave music...
you have ever been "smacky"...
you have ever laid on the ground and rubbed glowstix over your eyes...
you buy large quantities of hand sanitizer...
you count how many weeks have past by how many raves you have gone to...
holidays are no longer quite as important...
monday through thursday is a big blur...
you routinely wear your hair in ways your mother fixed it for kindergarten...
you find glitter everywhere...