This was my first night.
After a harrowing 5 hour session of fighting our tents and convincing them to stay put in the 60 mph winds and dust storms, trying not to hyperventilate as we acclimated to the altitude, and staving off serious dehydration... my camp-mates fell into an exhausted doze and slept until morning.
I, however, could not.
The lights were beckoning. There was a soft whisper of dubstep in the distance. And so I set off. Within a half hour, I was properly drunk and playing with everything in sight. And thus, it began.
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