On a cold Saturday night, a Ridgewood warehouse hosted “the world’s biggest” Body Painting Party. We went to another body painting party at McKibbin Lofts last year; this shindig was called “Abstract” and was hosted by Free NYC Concerts, who put on a lot of shows around the area and in Manhattan. What greeted us was a warehouse full of gyrating glow-in-the-dark body parts and bumping house music that pulsed your organs worse than a Motorhead concert. I was obviously in the small minority of painfully sober folks surrounded by a sea of perpetually warm, glowing, ecstasic bodies. Yet there I stood, jostled by hundreds of radioactive individuals, when I realized the draw of these huge dance parties. Here is what I saw: