What can I say?
Hullabaloo has always been my favourite party company - and Saturday night was right up there with the most key Hulla's ever.
No matter how many that I've been to, I still get those excitment butterflys for the whole week leading up to it.
I had a mini-crisis and almost ended up backing out. Often I tend to miss the December Hulla, as it always falls during exams. However I put my nose to the grindstone and got enough homework done to ensure a night of guilt-free partying!
I woke up Saturday morning with thoughts of the upcoming night in my head. I went into work for 10am and buckled down to get some serious work done - I am glad I had something to keep me distracted, because in the back of my mind, my head was about to pop off.
After work, I ambled down to the ACC for the Leafs game. Between 10th row tickets, sitting a few seats away from and meeting Walter Gretzky, the smooth pace of the game, those big ass fucking beers they sell, some good company with Hal9000 and my beloved blue and white kicking the wings asses all the way back to "hockeytown" (
), things were shaping up to be a stellar evening.
Next thing I know, I'm back at my place getting ready for our fabulous pre-party. I got back with Ry before anyone else was there, and was able to bogart the CD player and throw The Cure- Show on. Some serious good times went down, some good chats about strippers and other fun things were had - all washed down with some swigs of that cold rocky mountain taste. Then all of a sudden it hit - it was 11:30. Time to make our way to the hallowed house of operage!
We jump in the firemobile, with KiFe riding the wing. Luckily we're a hop skip and jump from the venue. Enough to time to chat about how back in our day, message boards were just that. You had to walk 2 miles in the snow just to post up a message. Before we know it, we're jumping out of the car (thanks for the ride!), leaving our trusty co-pilots to wherever the wind was taking them for the rest of the night, and hopped into the venue.
Security was quite friendly - although it may just be less of a testy encounter when you don't have any drugs on you. Got my coat in the secret coat check and then headed down to the washroom. By the time I had gotten up to the 19+ area, I already had 8 bracelets. I kept asking people for their most fucked up bracelet. I think the one I got from Conneticut with the coin on it takes the cake.
Luckily Silver1 was still on the decks. His earlish set caused him to miss the pre-party. And the pre-party means we missed the anthems he dusted off for the b-sharps. However catching the last bit of his set was great. Then the jungle came on - I was uninterested in it and retreated to the back room. It hadn't yet descended into sketch, and I met a cool little crew from Le College Francais (Merci de m'avoir ecouter!). Sat back there on the rave goo and drank some more beers. Ended up chatting it up with the big security guard with the ponytail - turns out he is the singer of a local death metal band, so we talked shop!
Then it was time for Hixxy! He threw down some seriously great shit. I was up on the stage rocking it out true Hulla styles. I tried to get back up when Frolic was on, but the weiner security guard was being a baby. No worries though, I didn't really want to be up there anyway. Overall, I just re-relaized why Happy Hardcore truly is such great party music. It sounds like Disney's Gay Chipmunks on Speed. Add a bunch of fucked up kids and it makes for a very hedonistic little fishbowl. But I mean, let's face it my friends, sometimes that really is what we all need.
I truly could have stayed until the end, but decide to up and leave at around 4am. By this point, I'd seen all I needed to see, and heard all I needed to hear. I said my goodbyes and jumped on the streetcar to head home. It was nice to get home and into my warm comfy bed, memories of a good night still dancing through my head.
Cheers to everyone who made my night great. I pretty much ran solo from the crew all night, but that tends to be my way of doing things at parties. I met lots of cool Americans, many of whom had come in through the crazy snowstorm. I honestly think that at Hullas these days, there are more Americans than Canadians.
Thanks to the Hulla Crew for keeping this thing going. Always a blast.
10/10
