It just grossed me out. I also freaked by how everyone around me responded, especially the sister next to me who said she had an orgasm. You could not have been alone because most seemed to love it. Some more than I could deal with.

I also think, to be honest, that my drips were coming to a boil point at that time anyway.

What I really did love though was Holi. I think there was an element of fun in Holi that appealed to me. I have to admit I still have some nostalgic feelings about Holi.

I liked dressing in white and all the colors and stuff. I liked it most when it was smaller. The first one I went to happened to be REALLY small. I know some here were there, on Cape Florida in Miami. Maybe a couple hundred people at most? I think the water was scented too. I did not enjoy the giant cannon at the end as much. But I did go to a Holi after I really didn't believe in it all, just because I liked Holi.  If someone told me I could go to a Holi with no worship or premies involved just people throwing buckets of colored water, or spraying eachother I would be tempted. I like water parks too!