omigod - it was like a bad dream . as soon as i finally arrived at avalon after being stuck in traffic for way too long, i didn't like what i heard. prince's "kiss" was blasting out the door, shaking the windowframes. now, i love that song, don't get me wrong, but it is not something to which i dance or want to hear at a club. when i got inside, the lobby was too dark to see faces. i was supposed to meet my friends there or the smoking room, and there was no way i would've been able to find them in the lobby, so i tried to get upstairs. the layout of the club has been changed since new year's, when last i went, and lots of doors were blocked off. i was scrambling all over the place, trying to find a way downstairs, and being stopped by a locked door at every pass. as i raced around, i wondered what kind of parallel universe i was in. the music was terrible, there were girls dancing on the stage in underwear and furry knee-high boots, and the crowd had a very standoffish vibe. it didn't feel like a giant event in the least. a lot of people gave up on giant a long time ago, but i've consistently had fun at their events. then again, i didn't go to the disastrous oakie grand opening or their new year's fiasco. when i caught up with my friends, one was really sick. we spent the evening going back and forth to the bathroom for puke breaks for her, and, i'll tell you, those were more interesting than the music. i much more enjoyed talking to people in the bathroom than i did listening to that music, which was going absolutely nowhere. hernan cattaneo, the headliner, was better than dj icon, who preceded him, but not by much . horrible. i didn't dance at all the entire night. after a while it occured to me that i'd rather be home eating my leftover mac and cheese. i'll only attend another giant event if it's a dj i absolutely love.