Rev-Elation (Part 2 of 2)

Part 1 can be found below, entitled Revel

Standing on the rooftop looking down to the rave dance floor it became so clear to me that I was astonished that I hadn't seen it until now. Reviewing the events leading up to this moment it seemed so obvious...

The friendly Indian guy I met in my hotel lobby whistled and up pulled a beat up black Hyundai. He stepped into the back and offered me a ride to town as I'd mentioned I was on my way to dinner. How could I refuse? I slipped into the musty smelling black interior and off we whizzed into the night. First we went for a drive around the area, stopping off at a fancy resort (that was true) where the full appetizer menu was ordered, and two Kingfisher beers came. After dinner we returned to their, ahem, 'hotel' and sat on the balcony becoming fast friends while the dude who owned the place brought us a cup of chai. They offered me use of their wireless internet which was horrible and disconnected - just before the laptop battery died mid-blog, taught me cricket but were more focused on some illegal export scheme they wanted me to run for them (quick trip to Canada and back, 25,000 easy... rupees I think) while we watched the match and hyped the massive parties for the evening. A few hours later we set out to the Hilltop party to start the evening. This was set away from town and the Goan Trance music was thumping before I could even see the place!
They waved me off as I tried to pay my own cover, and again when the vodka-red bulls were broken out, (but allowed me to pick up the full tab for dinner) at this outdoors dance party with lights strung throughout the trees and everyone else strung out on drugs. Uninhibited dancing commenced, however this was only the pre-party so we left, grabbing a snack along the way. Crawling past the strip of clubs in our beater with only the front speakers working - playing Warcraft-sampling techno, we decided to go to the club they said they owned called the West End. Using a police escort After bribing the police to let us through without a license and nearly getting lost we arrived and were given free passes by the guy they knew working the ticket booth, getting there before it even started so there wasn't a line. I found myself on the two-level rooftop of a decrepit old building set amongst the hills in the middle of nowhere (with a pool that was half filled with green rain water). Under the clouded over full moon the terrible music thumped and I watched my two pals (one decked out in white corduroy pants and a white dress shirt, the other in a black and white pinstripe shirt) dance only with each other while everyone else huddled out of the rain.

It was at this point that I realized that I had just lived Bollywood's version of 'A Night at the Roxbury.'