My high school Homecoming was two weekends ago. We had planned out our pre and post Homecoming activities a week in advance so that everything would go perfectly for our last one is high school. All of my friends are really close and we decided that no one would take a date and we'd all attend as a group. So before the dance we met up at a friend's house and had lasagna and took pictures. I had been flipping out all day because I hadn't yet been able to find a substance to take for the event. However, midway through dinner I got a call and me and a buddy charged along the coast to pick up some X. After we got it we raced back and got there at the perfect time (half an hour late). This was good news because the first 30 minutes is generally a bunch of kids standing around talking, so when we arrived we only had to wait a few minutes for the rolls to kick in and for people to start dancing.
I'm not feeling anything yet, but I find another friend who also happened to score who isn't feeling it yet either. While we're talking, the song changes to something slower (not slow dance slower, just not crazy dance fast), at which point both of us have the same feeling of what can only be described as ecstasy. We find our group in the middle of the floor as well as the only other raver other than me at the school (who went to find the stuff with me) and just started off doing liquids and shit till things got full-force, which wasn't long. Then there was over three hours of blatantly provocative dancing with girls and even by myself at times (it got really, really hot, but I couldn't stop dancing) and I was doing ridiculous moves I'd never be able to do I weren't rolling. At one point I turned around and stared a teacher right in the eye for a split second, which spooked me because I knew my pupils were as big as saucers. I got offered coke at one point, but was too into the dancing to accept. A couple times during the night, the three of us geeking met in the center and put on displays which seemed really popular. However, at the end I discovered that someone had pilfered my wallet from my jacket pocket at the table we were sitting at. I asked one of my closest friends to ask administation to search for it for me (I was too afraid my eyes would give me away if I confronted them myself) and it was found in a toilet with all my cash gone. To be honest, I didn't care about the money as long as I still had my ID; I was having the best night of my life and I wasn't going to let that ruin it for me.
I mentioned earlier we had planned this out in advance, and we had. We had rented a bungalo-like apartment right on the beach to stay at for the night. As the people from HC arrived, there was already a rager going on from the people who had left early or had not attanded the dance. It was great for a couple of hours and then shit got bad. To sum it up, two "goons" who lived at a nearby room came drunk and barred out and threatened us with their glocks. We headed to the water for refuge, until someone who hadn't left caught up and said they ransacked our room and stole our belongings. I wet back with a comrade and found a female friend of ours in the room, crying in the closet. They had tried to rape her, but had succeeded in taking her belongings. Somehow the rape part alluded her and all she cared about was her cell phone. >_>. Well we took her to the rest of the group and went further along the beach to catch some shut-eye. After sunrise we head back to find most of our stuff returned, but not all. So things weren't as ba as they could have been (at least none of my stuff got taken as usual!) and the owners didn't report us for the party because legally, we weren't old enough to buy a room :), so they were at fault too.
So basically, best fucking night of my entire life, one of the worst mornings of my life. Overall: damn good.