PHOTOS BY SARAH ROBERTSON // BEANTOWNBOOGIEDOWN.COM
“Where’s all the party rockers tonight?”
R3hab, aka Fadil El Ghoul (alias necessary much?), shouts as I walk into House of Blues last Wednesday night to a room jam-packed from floor-to-ceiling with Dutch-house loving crazies, intent on getting a Fotobom.
“And my music’s so loud I’m deaf bitch!” rings over the pulsing bass, throbbing as quickly as the blood in the veins of the thousands of kids, some bros, some half-naked girls wearing tu-tu’s, and some 16-years-olds who will be damned if they can’t wear their sunglasses at night.
Instead of going with my first instinct and bolting, I decided to calmly get a coupla drinks…
…re-enter the insanity on floor-level, and chill with a fistful of fist-pumping bros.
However, when R3hab shouts, “Hey Boston, you ready for them champagne showers?”
And proceeds to play Afrojack and Steve Aoki’s remix of LMFAO’s latest teenage-EDM-wet-dream, I creep upstairs slowly, looking down from the balcony and taking it all in.
“Party rockin’ straight to R3hab…” I muse, chuckling and hoping for some sort of contact high.
Anyway, the situation definitely called for a