As expected, getting out of bed this morning was rather painful in more ways than one. I'm still fairly sore, and I'm fairly tired as well. I'm already on my 2nd cup of coffee even though I've only been here half an hour. I can see how this habit can become addictive.

Basically, yesterday was my first partial rave experience. I say "partial" because there were a bunch of other bands there that were actually playing that we saw. I have to say that out of all of them, I was really unimpressed with Oasis and Prodigy -- the guys in Prodigy basically ran around on stage singing along and swearing to their CD, and the Oasis guys generated no energy at all. During the one song that I wanted to hear from Oasis, the lead singer completely flubbed the lyrics -- to his own song! -- and then just stood there during the chorus doing nothing while letting his brother sing. On the flip side, I got to see Ozomatli play live for the first time, which was awesome, and Mos Def as well. The highlight was the rave tent -- we were in there for probably around 3 hours yesterday, and it was an amazing experience. I was a fan of Paul Oakenfold before, but hearing him live is just incredible. Words can't describe it. Your body may be sending messages to your brain saying, "Hey, we could use a rest down here, let's stop and take five," but your brain just shoots back with, "Stop being a wuss. Just process the music and move to it, there'll be no resting here until the DJ is done," and then proceeds to ignore any warnings from the body. As a result, you are completely filled with the music and you dance your ass off for a really long time, then the DJ leaves and you crash.

But I'll take it. The experience was well worth the "hangover" I'm going through right now. So after work tonight, I'll just go home and crash since I got relatively no sleep this weekend. Aren't weekends for catching up on sleep?