Ain’t No Party Like a Splash House Party

Ain’t No Party Like a Splash House Party

Ain’t No Party Like a Splash House Party

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Splash House 2017 (June) delivers a modest front to an intricate underground party experience in it’s fifth year of hotel hoppin’ and balcony bumpin’.

Photo by: Kristopher Weisner / @officialkwphotography

When purchasing a ticket, you read the general festival description and find that admission includes wristband, transportation, three hotel access, blah blah blah. You also find a list of musical artists sure to drop jaws and incite excitement. These are all fantastic bits of information. But the party isn’t just on the dance floor. Neither is the music. And it’s certainly not hogging all the fun.

Photo by: Kristopher Weisner / @officialkwphotography

Here’s what you won’t find on that list:

  • ‘Private’ 90’s jam dance party on the shuttle from Renaissance to Riviera. Featuring Nelly’s “Ride With Me” on full blast with a beautiful woman who bore a striking resemblance to Wendy Peppercorn.
  • Oversized acoustic guitar floaties being stuffed into shuttles as maximum capacity is reached. I’m talking 4-5 person raft here.
  • Popping bottles of champagne upon landing at the Air Museum and greeting fellow Splashers with “Hey, we can’t bring this inside. Want some?!”
  • Unleashing a faucet of bagged wine from the 3rd story of Saguaro into willing passerby’s mouths.
  • And so on…

The above listed package deals are just about impossible to advertise. For that precise reason, we have pictures, videos, memories, and above all, stories to share. Festival organizers provide you with tangible. I’m here to divvy up the intangible, the unpredictable, the ‘not-so-sure it’s going to happen,’ and of course the ‘Did that really just happen?’

Try this one on for size.

On Saturday afternoon during Kidnap Kid‘s set, atop the breezy Saguaro balconies and marbled in sweat, we observed…

And in our observations my friends and I thought it would be incredibly stupid – as in wildly fun and silly – to start messing with a few selected participants. All in good spirits. Two fellas were sitting below and so we asked one of them to come ‘grab our keys.’ The thing is there were no keys because…they were imaginary. But this dude was kind enough and down for our idiotic game and held a smile through and through. He didn’t catch on at first, but godamnit the shirtless party animal caught on! He bent down, grabbed the ‘keys,’ and threw them up to us on the 3rd floor. We thanked him and he giggled on back to his buddy.

Try selling me that with a ticket.

Photo by: Celeste De Los Santos / @dj_foxylady / @celestial_transmission / @kucifm

There’s no telling what preposterous ‘you had to be there’ moments you might devise while viewing sets from the comfort of your balcony or rummaging through hotel lobbies. That’s where I found some of the most fun to be had. You take this pool party that some might find to be very Vegas-like on the surface and it becomes sonorously humble the second you cannonball in. This isn’t VIP bottle service partying Mean Girl’s style, it’s ‘Come to my room and we can drink mimosas and do…stuff!”

Photo by: Celeste De Los Santos / @dj_foxylady / @celestial_transmission / @kucifm

If you didn’t make it out to Splash House this June, be sure to find your way there this August! The lineup continues to impress and the Palm Springs hotels are primed and ready for you.

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Dane Remo Staff Writer. Based in Los Angeles. dane@thesightsandsounds.com