One of my fave memories was being so drunk Friday night, and given a megaphone, and parking the moon outside of that dome and saying shit like "THIS IS THE WORST RAVE I'VE EVER SEEN. This dj SUCKS."
And making fun of people dancing outside. And asking if they wanted to go to Waffle House.
My friend dragged me inside, all the way to the front, I have to say, it was something. I wondered what the total $ spent on drugs was, collectively, in there.