Halfhearted ravers break my heart. We should have some ecstasy on hand for the poor chaps when they run out of juice. Except for this kid; it was nearly 11:30PM on a rainy Saturday night, and he just stood there with his glowsticks that he brought on his own, looking like a fool. Hot Pole Mess.

His boyfriend was kinda hot from all the piercings, but Randall informs me he is lacking in the equipment zone. Must be why he draws all the attention to his face.