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How to Survive a Midlife Crisis: Drugs, Dance Music, and Free Love
I ditched my wife and kids to party in the woods with 250 sex-positive millennials
Trevor had rented an Audi Q5 in Monsoon metallic, a luxury SUV, but smaller than it should have been, given the four of us and the camping stuff and the cooler, plus the costumes and the makeup and the snacks. After meeting the other passengers — Brooklyn roommates Diane, a real estate agent from Japan, and Aliya, a pharmacist and part-time actress — outside a Williamsburg Starbucks, he settled into the driver’s seat and studied the dashboard nav system with a boyish reverence for the tech.
Trevor was from London. He was wearing shorts, a T-shirt, flip-flops, and a ball cap. He was given to phrases like, “You make your own luck in life,” but he seemed like a guy for whom some of the luck had come baked in. A big fellow, maybe 6'4", and handsome with a gym rat’s physique, he resembled Superman, but a notch better, due to the accent.
Our destination was, let’s call it RISE, an exclusive three-day dance-music festival-cum-New Age spiritual retreat held on a 10-acre property in the wilds of New England, to which I’d wrangled an extremely hard-to-get invitation. (The name of the event has been changed, as have…
