Providence is Burning

I didn’t go to RISD– I went to the other school on the Hill. I sure was envious of those hip art students with their colorful leggings and sexily deconstructed hair-​dos. (I wasn’t so cool in my outdated flared jeans and fleece pullovers). But I finally got to feel like a hipster/​scenester when I went to Providence is Burning, a monthly dance party held in an empty warehouse of sorts.
The music was great– a trancy, club hits mix that slowly evolved through the night. And cover was only $ 5!
But keep in mind, that you really have to love music, dancing, and being silly to enjoy being here. This is not a «nightclub» like the Complex or Roxy. There are no seats (like I said, it’s just an empty one-​room warehouse) so you will be expected to keep moving, despite how sweaty you are (there is subsequently a lack of air circulation). If you try to pick up members of the opposite sex, chances are that they won’t hear or care, or they will be too high to notice. Don’t worry, there are no shenanigans here and it’s not a sketchy joint by any means. But it does take extra energy to dance for 4 hours straight, if you know what I mean. Also, know that there are no fancy schmancy cocktails here. I think the makeshift stand had beer and a few magnum bottles of cheap wine. As you can imagine, no credit card machines here so bring cash.
All in all, this is an awesome place, for the right type of person. I’ve had friends that hated their experience and some that can’t get enough. I think, if you’re willing to not take yourself so damn seriously, you’ll have a blast.
Girls– Wear flat shoes and leave your skanky clubwear at home.