(shes drunk, by the way - anything in ()'s is me, KColl)
So there's this hurricane (Tropical Storm Fay), right? And its sitting over Florida for like day 3 out of 5. It's wet as hell outside and raining non-stop, the humidity is at 300%. Suite B, usually packed so full on a Saturday (actually, Wednesday) night that you can't breathe without inhaling the warm sweat of some guy you know you've seen somewhere before. (ill finish this sentence for her... was not surprisingly empty that night due to the storm.)
So, you get dragged out of your house by some gung-ho friend/acquaintance/photographer boyfriend (in her case) that wants to be there to take pictures of Krames' third appearance at Orlando's weekly party, Carnival, and its as empty as a case of beer at a high school party at midnight. You're actually the first people there, arriving early after being dropped off by your friend, who obviously has better things to do.
But soon, something amazing happens. People start filling in, and its a bunch of people you know. DJs you've seen perform a hundred times before (Keyth Conversion an Hallcall) lay down the foundation for night begins to feel as comfortable as a house party at your best-friend-since-high-school's house. The few strangers there feel right at home quickly because there is tons of free booze available to anyone who dares ask, easing anyone into a drunken comfort.
Soon Krames comes on, and the dance floor is full, and people are dancing. Outside, mother nature is trying to turn Florida into an island, but inside Suite B the crowd danced as if the world would never end, as if they would all be young forever, as if the tropical storm wouldn't last 2 or 3 more days.
(Seeing Krames 'rave out' for about 15 minutes straight before more then 20 people entered the club was alone worth the journey through Fay!)
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