6 common rave mistakes

From the uninitiated to the seasoned, no one is infallible or impervious to making mistakes. We’ve all been there, and it’s quite a humbling experience sometimes to deal with the fall of a f*** up.

This is where learning to laugh in the face of error, and accept we’re only human can be really beneficial. Here are six common rave mistakes; a canny compilation of “we’ve all been there” moments for anyone who’s ever had a rave fail. Tag a mate who’s done one of these, or share your favourite rave fails with us in the comments.

PEAKING TOO SOON
There are many times in a raver’s career when excitement simply gets the better of you and your desire to ingest as much as possible takes over. Falling asleep in the toilets, puking on the dance floor, losing your mates… all by-products of this wanton excess.

MISTAKEN IDENTITY
In the club’s darkened rooms, under the influence, with your vision off-centre, it can be easy to confuse a stranger for a mate/famous DJ/relative or any other familiar face. Cue an utterly cringeworthy interaction between you both…

BUYING A BAG OF DODGY POWDER
Picking up inside a club or festival is risky business for many reasons: primarily your health. Even a “trusted source” is never 100% certain of what their product contains. A random purchase will leave you with a bag of talcum powder at best and who knows what else, at worst.

LOSING YOUR POSSESSIONS
No matter how conscientious you think you are, there’s something about being OUT out that causes all manner of items to leave your possession. For those who spend the end of the night hassling cloakroom staff trying to locate their bag/coat/wallet/purse/shoes/mind, there there…

MISSING THE HEADLINE ACT
You booked your tickets as soon as they were announced, it’s the only time this year XYZ DJ will be in town and your crew are the first through the door. Somehow though, you end up losing three hours of your night discussing the finer points of Business Techno with a stranger in the smoking area, while XYZ is smashing Room One. There’s always next year…