EDC NY Part 2/3: Fear and Loathing in Pacha- The Journey Rages On
Things were off to an up-close and personal start when we crammed 9 of us into an SUV on the way from the hotel to Pacha. Let me tell ya, there isn't a better way to bond with friends and new acquaintances than a crammed cab ride of about 40 minutes. I was really looking forward to the crowd at Pacha, because I had a feeling it would be a mix of people. By mix of people in this instance, I mean the normal club goers who would be all dressed up and such, and the riff raff that Pacha was letting in tonight due to hosting the EDC after party. Rumor had it that the dress code was lifted for that night so that people could make it there in time, so that was pretty considerate of the good folks at Pacha. This being said, it seemed to me as if there would be a great mashup (that's an EDM term, you guys) of regular people and overly tired EDC-goers who were still dressed like assholes, but in a club. I was considerate of my appearance at the club, so I shed my jean vest in lieu of some black jeans, a sweet Japandroids t-shirt and a new button up that really made me feel good about myself. I would consider myself more of the 'regular' people crowd at Pacha, as opposed to my buddy Steve, who was dressed more like the EDC asshole who was at this nice club in a tank top. At least both sides of the coin was represented in our group.
|Dress to impress, Steve. I'm not impressed.|
|Pacha, from the balcony and with confetti|
|Stefon is a regular at Pacha|
|Waiting for Guns N' Roses|
|Following the epic dance off|
|Don't trust this man with a pretzel. Or sunglasses.|
|This night would've sucked without a Ricky photobomb.|
To be continued......