As the festivity began , VIPs were pass glowsticks on lanyard and artisans fromMRI Light Within paintingoffered to adorn proffered body office with psychedelic designs.28Black - free-base cocktailswere passed via a robotic bartender — the Bar2D2 . Guests suck back Pixy Stix , grind on Cheetos , and draped wireless headphones around their necks in preparation for the Silent Rave . They might have hopped into the photo booth for pictures , or put down the giant wind - tossed dance cod to observe their fellow revelers in silhouette .
right away at 10 autopsy , the DJs fromEclectic Methodkilled the music and call for everyone to put on their headphones . Instructions were followed , and all of a sudden the Silent Rave was on , and you could n’t get word anything on the Gawker HQ rooftop except the pop / pelvis - record hop / doo - wop ( and everything else ) mashups that fill up your earholes . mass danced ensconced in their own personal dance parties , each alone in the crowd , each thresh their glowing carpus and feet , each smiling with acknowledgement and hard drink .
Wannabe attendees take in a live current of the party on Gawker , courtesy ofWatchitoountil the quiet was violate latterly lately at dark , and the pinkDieselglowsticks were dropped , wither into the darkening Nox and waiting for morn .
Photo byMichael Toolan .
Photo byStephen Morgan .
This mythological individual win a$500 shopping spree courtesy of Dieselfor “ raving severely , ” “ being stupid , ” and “ dance more and better than everyone else . ” Plus , look at him . A true wiz . [ Photo byMichael Toolan . ]
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