Could you imagine how legit it would be? I mean we'd have every substance imaginable available for your enjoyment. The psychonaut's would be roaming throughout so we'd not have to worry about anything being misused. We'd have Deadheads, Dreadhead's, people who are all for feeding your head there. Hippies (young and old), writers, activists would be there bouncing ideas off eachother loving the MIND FUCK being created. There would be some funny ass people there making everyone laugh... and those to make you think. Nymphos and swingers would even have their place too , clothes? Not mandatory . The bar would be endless and stay open all night (is there any other way?). We'd have to have a set a side area for those who over did it though haha. Also, some cool ass EMT's/ Paramedics that would keep their mouth shut and be all for the time we were having! They'd come in use when people would start to get sick, or be in a horrible trip (although there would definitely be those of us who care enough too). It would be so awesome for us to actually meet more then one or two of us in person. It would be like a "first time kickin it" even though we're not really strangers you know? All I can say is that the property/area would be TRASHED. Wow, if those walls would be able to talk imagine the stories they'd tell. Stories and memories that almost none of us would ever remember :cheers2:
Hahaha agreed, it'd have tons of hits! :cheers2: Haha anyway man... and we'd already know that chances are their DOWN TO EARTH!
that does sound like a legit party. definatly might be some sketchy people who'd show up, but those one's are always the intersting ones
you're talking a party of 200,000 people, not including non members... We would have to have a pretty strong police force around just to keep people from dying and being molested, I can only imagine the trampling deaths, and why party? With a mob that big why not just form a militia and overthrow the dominant paradigm or something.
The end of the party would be terrible though. One corner of the room full of tweakers who have been trippin way too fucking long and just want to sleep it off... and the only other people still awake would be the creepers copping feels on passed out girls and jacking off to their sisters.
At Woodstock, Wavy Gravy was Chief of Police. All he asked for was 10,000 armbands. He would walk around and when he saw someone do something responsible and caring, he'd recruit them, give them an armband and give them a handful of armbands to hand out. To police an event like that you don't need a militia, you need clever, insightful love bombs.
Actually this party couldn't be happening under more favorable circumstances than right here and now. This is a duty free pollution neutral gathering in which our finest imaginings may be shared. The grass is not greener elsewhere, but this moment may always be brightly conceived.
I dislike the popular and overused term epic, but that there would be epic my friends! Would be a bit too much fun to be contained to one night I beleive. And the live music! there is some good talented poeple who frequent the hip forums