Lights, Camera, Rave

The Northeast section of DC's New York Ave neighborhood is unchartered territory for many GW students. Dupont being the more frequented stop on the red line, few venues attract the GW party-craving weekend crowd. It took the promise of a warehouse turned into a scene for a rave to draw flocks of students off campus. As cabs desperately searched for the address, directed by drunken students demanding to make it to "the warehouse party," the line outside grew longer and longer. The bump of techno promised an experience inside unlike any bar in Georgetown or frat house party on the row back home.

The 21+ event caught many unsuspecting underclassmen off guard but for those equipped with a pre-1987 birthday or valid enough ID, passing through the bouncer sent them embarking on a whole new experience. The party was up two flights of stairs guarded by a man obviously wishing he were inside instead of collecting money. An RSVP meant you were on the list to party for the bargain price of 10 dollars. (A savings from Josephine's much steeper entrance fee). One final roadblock was getting a hand stamp. Afterwards you were free to enter the much awaited destination.

The room only lit by brightly colored lights was accented by a strobelight pulsating to every beat of the music. DJs on a small wooden stage dictated the crowds amusement. The only line longer than the one for the bar was the line for the bathroom. At the bar empty dixie cups once filled with shots from the stocked bar littered the ground beneath metallic shoes and leather fringe boots. Headbands were as common inside as Tory Burch bags are at Gelman. The entire event is nothing that could ever be found on Foggy Bottom, but yet perfectly catered for the curious GW student. A moneymaker for the admission price and a lesson in alternative partying for those unfamiliar with the scene, everyone took something away from the evening.