Busta

My night started a little stressful. We were in our hotel madly trying to finish our costumes. At some point we realized that it wasn't going to happen so we threw together what we could and went with it. And it seemed to have worked. We looked like Christmas trees all night.

At Hullabaloo it all comes down to the people. I did laps all night around the venue talking with people and I still somehow didn't run into some of you.

I've never seen such positivism. At about 5am I went up the stairs to the bar area and looked down. What I saw was a venue full of tightly packed ravers dancing their butts off. By this time most parties would be clearing out. It was glorious.

I'm going to keep this short. You all were there. You know how it went down. I think the whole night can be summed up by what I saw right after the last song had been played. One raver turned to another and shouted, "That was the best rave ever!" The other shouted back, "On my God, I know!" and they shared a passionate hug.

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