Virgin America is like a rave gone wrong

I'm posting this in the air, people, as I fly to Los Angeles for tonight's PopSugar-TechCrunch party. Virgin America in a nutshell: Lots and lots of purple, candy-cornered everything, and a guy playing Doom on his individual LCD display. It's like I stepped into some future predicted by Wired and ID in 1994. I'm scared to ask for an orange juice because it might be spiked with MDMA.