My First Doof

This script from On The Hour was something that kept coming back to me over the weekend (the bit at the bottom of that section from Monsignor Trebe Lopez). I went to a party out in the bush. A Doof, as the locals seem to call it. The drive there was a challenge - we had to follow complicated directions involving resetting the trip counter in the car and taking turnings at given points, it was all a bit cloak and dagger.

When we got there it was about midnight, almost 1am. It was down rocky tracks, miles from anywhere and in a basin, so the sound was well shielded. There were tents and fires, and luminous string marked out a kind of roof over the dance floor. UV lights lit up the string and, later, the words "I'm Matt" on my hand, and a large proportion of Ben's face. Dogs wandered the area with glowsticks on their collars. (Didn't Dennis Potter write a drama serial of the same name?). The music was Psy-trance, I'm assured. From 1-2am it was bearable, (I'm not a dancey person,) but then it got slowly worse. I know people who would have loved it, but I wasn't one of them and seemingly I wasn't with any of them.

So at about 5am we went and slept in the car. In the morning it was still going (it ran til 3pm) but I woke up and Elissa and I watched an episode of Family Guy on my MP3 player and then we went home. I enjoyed myself a lot more than I thought I would. But I can't see me going again. Photos should follow soon.