yeah. my weekend has been something else.
So, friday night,
I go to lotus. I wouldn't normally go there, but my friend is trying to get a night spinning with this promoter, and the promoter is trying to fill the place, so it's pretty much an open guestlist. Like, 500 person type guest list. So, I grab my flask and head there to meet up with my pals.
Music sucks. Place is packed. but I knew this.
Anyhow, I trade my bed to my best friend so he and his girl can get up and do what they need to and the rest of us then proceed to use their house for an after party. Nice raging till the sun comes up type shiz.
I maybe rocked 3 hrs of drunken blown out sleep. Saturday night, although a pretty dope dj was around, I opt to taker easy. Or so I thought. My friends make their way over to my house and wake me up at 6 am.
So, one of them had randomly picked up a smoke on a table at the party. Bad decision. Halfway through smoking it he goes numb from the lips down and is all kindsa fuckered up. Like sealab 2021 stimutacs fucked up. As I'm gathering my wits, they begin arguing about whether the 7-11 tuna salad sammich is any good
So, it starts as a pretty funny conversation. The really fucked up one is TP'ing the other to make a point. They end up knocking over gatorade.
Eventually, my best friend gets fed up with arguing and trying to eat said sammich and delivers a hard smack to the face of the trippin guy. I don't reccomend slapping tripping people. Mayhem ensues. We eventually get him calmed down and search for an after party. Well, the one we were told to go to is nonexistent, so we end up hanging out drinkin wine, smokin bowls, and doin lines in this girls kitchen. Or at least that's my combo to start my Sunday afternoon
So, friday night,
I go to lotus. I wouldn't normally go there, but my friend is trying to get a night spinning with this promoter, and the promoter is trying to fill the place, so it's pretty much an open guestlist. Like, 500 person type guest list. So, I grab my flask and head there to meet up with my pals.
Music sucks. Place is packed. but I knew this.
Anyhow, I trade my bed to my best friend so he and his girl can get up and do what they need to and the rest of us then proceed to use their house for an after party. Nice raging till the sun comes up type shiz.
I maybe rocked 3 hrs of drunken blown out sleep. Saturday night, although a pretty dope dj was around, I opt to taker easy. Or so I thought. My friends make their way over to my house and wake me up at 6 am.
So, one of them had randomly picked up a smoke on a table at the party. Bad decision. Halfway through smoking it he goes numb from the lips down and is all kindsa fuckered up. Like sealab 2021 stimutacs fucked up. As I'm gathering my wits, they begin arguing about whether the 7-11 tuna salad sammich is any good
So, it starts as a pretty funny conversation. The really fucked up one is TP'ing the other to make a point. They end up knocking over gatorade.
Eventually, my best friend gets fed up with arguing and trying to eat said sammich and delivers a hard smack to the face of the trippin guy. I don't reccomend slapping tripping people. Mayhem ensues. We eventually get him calmed down and search for an after party. Well, the one we were told to go to is nonexistent, so we end up hanging out drinkin wine, smokin bowls, and doin lines in this girls kitchen. Or at least that's my combo to start my Sunday afternoon