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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.