One for the money, two for the show, three to get ready, and four I go
As you all know I like to be intoxicated. How I get there isn't important; it's just the final wasted product that I'm concerned with. Plus, if you don't remember it; it didn't really happen :)
This weekend was no different. After dealing with the Pumpkin Festival...for those of you that don't know or haven't lived in the Pumpkin Capital of the World at some point in your life; Pumpkin Festival (or P-fest as some of the locals have come to call it, not me) is when 100,000-500,000 people come into Half Moon Bay, to be swindled by crappy art gifts and pig out on grub food. It's good food, too many people, and a bunch of dipshits. I was there for 10 minutes, even after 5 years of missing it, I was over it. So many fucking little kids being pushed around in strollers. God, some of these things are as big as cars. Another reason to get a dog over a kid. We stayed for a few hours then left to beat the traffic out of the little slice of hell.
Saturday night starts...well kinda. Justin and I come home (after drinking a bunch at the festival) and crash on our beds. I wake up at 10, took a shower and start getting wasted. Drinking and smoking, taking up my usual activities as we wait for Karen and Laura. When they arrive we decide to throw a little Vicodin in the mix too. I'm on 3 different intoxicants and we haven't even left yet. But I feel good, as the others do too after taking the Vikes. I believe I was smoking alone, but more for my lungs!
We get to Kat's party, Justin is a little more than upset since they're charging a dollar at the door. "what kind of party is this?" I had no response, since there are dumb asses that charge for a house party; you just have to accept they're cheap. But seriously, what's a buck gonna get you? Kat's place was pretty cool. Many levels, it was actually an old warehouse. They had live bands. They were charging for drinks too!?!?! Kat took us to her room and made us vodka-redbulls (no charge), since she thinks its lame to charge for a party. But she is only one out of 11 people that live there, so her voice gets drowned as you'd expect. Her room is rad, it has a trap door to the upstairs. But it was closed so people wouldn't fall through. It reminded me of the Smelly Cat House, it's an actual house for those of you that don't know; not a brothel. But it was blatantly apparent that these were all at one time, art students. So everything was all artsy fartsy. The best part of this party is that they had weed cookies. Which they called, "Ganja Balls" it was an odd mix of coconut, oatmeal, chocolate, and the best product, the chronic. Well I'm not sure how chronic this mixture was, since I was already mixing and matching my poisons as it was; I just know that the final effect was good.
What really surprised me is that Karen was down for the ganja balls. She was going hard core. I told her if she felt bad or weird, to tell me and I'd help her out. I mean, you gotta be there for your friends. So after we finished our drinks at the party, we decided to go to a bar. Beauty Bar was chosen and getting a cab in this area was almost impossible but we found one when we gave up and started to walk.
The bouncer recognized me at the door and let all four of us in with out checking ID's, a money. We got drinks and were chilling, it was pretty packed. Karen is short, I think five foot. In crowded places, being short sucks, I'd assume; since everybody's shoulders/armpits are in your face. Karen tapped me on the shoulder and said she didn't feel well. I asked her if she wanted to go outside, wanted water, or just wanted to go home. Before I finished my sentence she closed her eyes and went limp, I caught her before she got on the floor and tried to put her in a chair. Her body was so loose that she couldn't stay in the chair; it was like trying to hold water in your hand, it keeps on falling out. Well a crowded bar isn't the place to bring somebody too, after people cleared the area around us, they started staring. So I picked up Karen and took her outside.
Right when we hit the cool fresh air Karen asks, "did I pass out?"
"Yeah, you did, no worries, I have you."
"I don't like when I do that." Apparently she has done it once or twice before.
I sat her down on the curb and the bouncer comes over and gives her a water and asks if we need a cab. I said thanks, but she just needed some fresh air. Apparently somebody told him that somebody was having a panic attack and when he was about to come in, he saw me carrying her out. He was stoked he didn't have to deal with it. I like this bouncer, he does a good job.
So it was a good night, very interesting to say the least. Topped it off with Los Panchos and crashed hard.
This weekend was no different. After dealing with the Pumpkin Festival...for those of you that don't know or haven't lived in the Pumpkin Capital of the World at some point in your life; Pumpkin Festival (or P-fest as some of the locals have come to call it, not me) is when 100,000-500,000 people come into Half Moon Bay, to be swindled by crappy art gifts and pig out on grub food. It's good food, too many people, and a bunch of dipshits. I was there for 10 minutes, even after 5 years of missing it, I was over it. So many fucking little kids being pushed around in strollers. God, some of these things are as big as cars. Another reason to get a dog over a kid. We stayed for a few hours then left to beat the traffic out of the little slice of hell.
Saturday night starts...well kinda. Justin and I come home (after drinking a bunch at the festival) and crash on our beds. I wake up at 10, took a shower and start getting wasted. Drinking and smoking, taking up my usual activities as we wait for Karen and Laura. When they arrive we decide to throw a little Vicodin in the mix too. I'm on 3 different intoxicants and we haven't even left yet. But I feel good, as the others do too after taking the Vikes. I believe I was smoking alone, but more for my lungs!
We get to Kat's party, Justin is a little more than upset since they're charging a dollar at the door. "what kind of party is this?" I had no response, since there are dumb asses that charge for a house party; you just have to accept they're cheap. But seriously, what's a buck gonna get you? Kat's place was pretty cool. Many levels, it was actually an old warehouse. They had live bands. They were charging for drinks too!?!?! Kat took us to her room and made us vodka-redbulls (no charge), since she thinks its lame to charge for a party. But she is only one out of 11 people that live there, so her voice gets drowned as you'd expect. Her room is rad, it has a trap door to the upstairs. But it was closed so people wouldn't fall through. It reminded me of the Smelly Cat House, it's an actual house for those of you that don't know; not a brothel. But it was blatantly apparent that these were all at one time, art students. So everything was all artsy fartsy. The best part of this party is that they had weed cookies. Which they called, "Ganja Balls" it was an odd mix of coconut, oatmeal, chocolate, and the best product, the chronic. Well I'm not sure how chronic this mixture was, since I was already mixing and matching my poisons as it was; I just know that the final effect was good.
What really surprised me is that Karen was down for the ganja balls. She was going hard core. I told her if she felt bad or weird, to tell me and I'd help her out. I mean, you gotta be there for your friends. So after we finished our drinks at the party, we decided to go to a bar. Beauty Bar was chosen and getting a cab in this area was almost impossible but we found one when we gave up and started to walk.
The bouncer recognized me at the door and let all four of us in with out checking ID's, a money. We got drinks and were chilling, it was pretty packed. Karen is short, I think five foot. In crowded places, being short sucks, I'd assume; since everybody's shoulders/armpits are in your face. Karen tapped me on the shoulder and said she didn't feel well. I asked her if she wanted to go outside, wanted water, or just wanted to go home. Before I finished my sentence she closed her eyes and went limp, I caught her before she got on the floor and tried to put her in a chair. Her body was so loose that she couldn't stay in the chair; it was like trying to hold water in your hand, it keeps on falling out. Well a crowded bar isn't the place to bring somebody too, after people cleared the area around us, they started staring. So I picked up Karen and took her outside.
Right when we hit the cool fresh air Karen asks, "did I pass out?"
"Yeah, you did, no worries, I have you."
"I don't like when I do that." Apparently she has done it once or twice before.
I sat her down on the curb and the bouncer comes over and gives her a water and asks if we need a cab. I said thanks, but she just needed some fresh air. Apparently somebody told him that somebody was having a panic attack and when he was about to come in, he saw me carrying her out. He was stoked he didn't have to deal with it. I like this bouncer, he does a good job.
So it was a good night, very interesting to say the least. Topped it off with Los Panchos and crashed hard.
posted by The Adventures of Dustin at 11:01 AM
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