Two words. Boogie Fever. Many people may wonder what I am talking, so I am going to explain. Boogie Fever was my third rave, second roll, and it was by far the best ever. Becaue this was my second time, I kind of new what to expect. This time, though, was a bit different. After about 20 minutes, I started to feel some of the first effects from the pill. After another ten minutes, I got very nauseous. I grabbed my friend, and I clutched onto her until we reached the bathrooms. TOgether, we went into a stall. I sat down on the low toilet, and put my head against the wall. For a while I thought that this would never go away. A watchdog was sent into the bathroom and told us all that we had to hurry up and leave. Quickly, we got out of the stall and went to go wash our hands. As soon as I reached the sink, thee water I drank earlier started to come up; I run into another stall, and I puke. As soon as I leave the stall, my roll kicks in . . . hard. The rest of the night is kind of a blur, but I know that I had a lot of fun, and I learned alot of things: hot to do seabreezes, excellent massages, and how to dance with glowstix. The roll lasted all night long, and I have never been so happy.