all RIGHT well the gay dreidel rave wasn’t exactly as exciting as it sounds but i’ll go over the tale in brief.
BASICALLY during my senior year of college I lived in possibly the most homosexual apartment you’ve ever seen- out of the four occupants not a god damn one of us were straight and we just had a rainbow spectrum of sexuality goin on in there. not that this was unusual at my college, which was fairly deep liberal- we had a competition with our across-the-quad neighbors over who could hang more gay pride flags out the window.
(we thought it was a competition anyways; maybe they just coincidentally were adding more flags)
We also had four axolotls, eight fish, and briefly a colony of twenty-five mice and both the mice and the axolotls were spotted having gay sex* so BASICALLY it was a hella gay time all around.
Ok so anyway I happen to be Jewish, which to a lot of people is just REALLY EXCITING and just SUPER UNUSUAL and so as it approached December during the first semester I lived there two of my roommates came back from like Wal-mart with a huge light up dreidel**. And they gave this to me. And ignored when I pointed out that it was kind of a shitty dreidel because it was round, so it didn’t even fall on a side (if you don’t know how to play dreidel, the dreidel is supposed to land with a Hebrew letter facing up that tells you what to do). This thing was not even functional.
Anyway they ignored my logic and I do have to admit despite the heinous flaws it had it was pretty cool because not only did it light up in different colors when it was spun but it actually came with a beyblade-esque pull chain so you could literally LET THIS DREIDEL RIP and it spun for a long fuckin time.
I think my one roommate and I spent a good 20 minutes or so sitting on the floor (her with a glass of wine) watching this thing spin very mesmerized.
So then my other roommate came in and carefully took off his shoes and then spotted the dreidel and was like, “Is that a light-up dreidel?” and we were like, “Yeah.” and he was like, “Can I turn off the lights?”
So he turned off the fuckin lights and SUDDENLY THE GOD DAMN DREIDEL WAS FLASHIN LEDS EVERYWHERE and that shit was BRIGHT like god damn and my roommate and I locked eyes and then she ran for her laptop and I put the dreidel on the table and to the sound of dense techno I let that shit rip.
So I’m sure people from outside could see the colored lights flashing through our window shades and hear the thumping base so it probably gave off the impression of a heck of a party but in reality there were four gay nerds grinding against each other around our kitchen table next to these tinny laptop speakers and a god damn beyblade-ass light up dreidel.
I think at some point someone was naked and more alcohol came out and someone probably started cooking corn or mushrooms (90% of my college diet) but the rest is a blur. That was the great (?) gay dreidel rave of ‘12. I think we had a second one but it wasn’t quite as good. Which makes sense because you really can’t capture lightning in a bottle twice.
Basically this story about sums up my senior year***.
*Ok the gay axolotl sex was more like two males doing the cloacal-nuzzle wiggle swim with each other but that’s about as close to penetrative sex as axolotls get. I wish I’d gotten a video of it- but I DO have a video of the lesbian mouse sex somewhere around here…
**These are the same roommates who once burst into my room and dumped a bag of glittery fishing lures on top of me.
***Ok no it doesn’t because there was also the Sex Files incident and the neo-nazi Chinese deliveryman and all the times I accidentally dumped 50 gallons of fish tank water into the downstairs apartment.