Ultimately unsatisfying Salon piece about the quest of a bunch of PLUR raverkids to convice Disneyland to permit them to hold a rave at the Carnation Plaza.

Maybe if the ravers were here en masse their presence would be more conspicuous, but rolling around in a small group of eight, they blend in almost seamlessly with the rest of the families in the park, most of whom sport surreal Disney gear, including three-fingered giant Mickey Mouse gloves (a staple, coincidentally enough, at raves), fuzzy pink Mouseketeer ears and glow-in-the-dark necklaces and laser-light spinners that could easily be mistaken as the photon lights ravers use to give one another light shows when they’re on E.

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