Friday night, I went out and bought cycling clothing. Tonight, I went to Full Moon on the Quad.
I didn't go biking that night, since it was already quite dark. But the next day I slipped on my new clothing and went out for a ride. It was a funny feeling at first. Bike shorts are more slippery than ordinary pants, so the position on the saddle is different. I also felt self-conscious for a few minutes, but then I realized that I looked like all the other bikers around, if a shady less gaudy than most, and stopped worrying about it.
Sunday I went for another ride and spent much of the rest of the day reading Sheldon Brown's webpage and the Bicycling FAQ. Among other things, I learned that I wasn't supposed to be wearing anything under those bike shorts. Sounds daring to me. Maybe next time.
I didn't know what to expect. It turned out to be a loose crowd of maybe 500 or 1000 milling in the center of the main quad. A low stage with lights and a speaker system was set up on the side closest the oval, with dancers aimlessly gyrating on it. The speakers weren't loud enough to be heard over the crowd, and I'm not sure if there was anything worth hearing on them anyway.
The people there were something else. First, the costumes: everything from fright wigs and top hats to clown suits and tuxedos. Second, the lack of costumes: there was a group of 20 or 30 completely naked people, both women and men. Some of them were painted elaborately, others were merely unclothed. They walked around together and tried to get others to join them. They even pushed their way through the central crowd on the way from one side of the quad to the other.
I guess that's it. Nothing really happened. A lot of kissing went on, and I wasn't involved in any of it.