Half-Naked Ravers Served Drinks By Glow-in-the-Dark Robot at Gawker HQ
Saturday night, a bright round moon and Downtown Manhattan's millions of lights were upstaged by two giant projection screens, an inflatable dance orb, and multitudes of glow bracelets, necklaces, neon body paint, fiberoptic wands and light-up swizzle sticks that were brandished by 400 rooftop revelers at the Diesel-sponsored Superglued/Gawker Media Silent Rave.
As the festivities began, VIPs were handed glowsticks on lanyards and artisans from MRI light painting offered to adorn proffered body parts with psychedelic designs. 28Black-based cocktails were passed via a robotic bartender—the Bar2D2. Guests sucked back Pixy Stix, crunched on Cheetos, and draped wireless headphones around their necks in preparation for the Silent Rave. They might have hopped into the photo booth for pictures, or entered the giant wind-tossed dance pod to observe their fellow revelers in silhouette.
Promptly at 10pm, the DJs from Eclectic Method killed the music and called for everyone to put on their headphones. Instructions were followed, and suddenly the Silent Rave was on, and you couldn't hear anything on the Gawker HQ rooftop except the pop/hip-hop/doo-wop (and everything else) mashups that filled your earholes. People danced ensconced in their own personal dance parties, each alone in the crowd, each flailing their glowing wrists and feet, each smiling with recognition and liquor.
Wannabe attendees watched a live stream of the party on Gawker, courtesy of Watchitoo until the silence was broken late late at night, and the pink Diesel glowsticks were dropped, fading into the darkening night and waiting for morning.
This fabulous individual won a $500 shopping spree courtesy of Diesel for "raving hard," "being stupid," and "dancing more and better than everyone else." Plus, look at him. A true genius. [Photo by Michael Toolan.]
