Steer Roast isn’t a party. It’s a living, breathing creature. Even when you’re not immersed in one of the endless pockets of music, friends, joints, and nitrous canisters, you can feel it throbbing all around you.<\/p>\n
Especially when you’re on excellent new drugs. I did four– DOC and GHB were my new ones. DOC is what you get when you pop the psychedelic groups from 2C-E onto speed (amphetamine). The result is roughly as strong as acid and lasts longer. I didn’t realize what I was getting myself into, but I planned ahead for this weekend just so I wouldn’t have to worry if I ended up on a 15 hour trip.<\/p>\n
The effects of DOC are reminiscent of acid. It’s less flowy-and-oily, because some part of your brain always wants to *move*, so the hallucinatory blossoms change before they grow very big. It’s also less overwhelming than acid– I could step out of it more easily. I got embroiled in helping at gate just as I was coming up, but I don’t think I screwed anything up. There were fantastic closed-eye fractals. Time and space warp in neat ways I hadn’t experience before. Orgasm was really weird. And it was much less cerebral than acid, but perfect for a party.<\/p>\n
GHB was very pleasant– relaxing, and it took some of the energy out of DOC. It feels a bit like alcohol, but more calming. I couldn’t distinguish any psychological effects.<\/p>\n
The music was incredible this year. The trippy nitrous darkroom; the 2001-style obelisk Theremin; the middle eastern pillow pile; the pothead’s drum circle; the crazy rave room. (There were many more, but those were my favorite.) And that was all inside– I barely listened to the bands.<\/p>\n
I dispensed some of what I had to dispense. I tripped, I met new people and saw old friends, I helped and enjoyed and relaxed and ran around everywhere. I forgot to talk to the hottest girl at the party, but I think she likes me. And I finished the night dancing in the rave room.<\/p>\n
Afterward, lying in bed, I could feel my heart was still beating with the Roast; my consciousness drifted from one room to another, a mere mile away. Yeah, it’s the drugs, but it’s also the party.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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