The Rave in the Cave
By Christopher Munroe
It’s an amazing name for an event, but in execution, two problems become apparent.
Firstly: Raving in an actual cave reminds people too much of the Matrix Sequels.
Second: I’m in my thirties, what the fuck am I even doing at a rave?
Nonetheless, the acoustics in the cave were amazing, and I figured with enough club drugs I’d enjoy myself regardless of the inappropriateness of my weekend plans.
Men in their thirties still party like nineteen-year-olds, after all!
We just pay for it in the morning.
And that, in a nutshell, is why I’m not coming into work today…
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