It all began at 9:45am. I awoke to my friend Amy coming to my door fifteen minutes before we had planned on meeting, leading me to dress hurriedly and grab a wet shirt from the washer for later wearin'. I stuck my shirt in the window of the vehicle to dry, and we picked up three other folks to join us in our merrymaking:
- T.J. the flamboyant homosexual young man
- Eileen the intellectual raver
- Thomas P. Quicksilver the madman
Upon gathering all of our fellows we departed for regions southern, specifically the lovely Californian city of Santa Cruz. We made haste for the town, as we had plans for every minute of the adventure; our single stop along the way was at a ridiculously fancy McDonald's with a fountain inside for brunch.
As we enjoyed our southern-style chicken sammiches, I remarked that the fountain was often used as a wishing well; as it seemed befitting of the locale, we replaced the usual offering of currency with an offering of delicious Freedom Fries. Soon afterward we were on the road again, me wearing a bucket hat and aviator sunglasses and making Fear and Loathing jokes to fit the apparel.
We soon arrived at our temporary home, and quickly leapt into the pool. Suddenly, a vicious monster bumblebee landed in the water and, thinking quickly, I saved its life. Sadly it did not grant me wishes of give me a gift in thanks, but I know it was grateful because it did not ravage anyone on its way out of the area. We eventually got bored of the water and left for greener pastures - that is, Pacific Street.
T.J. insisted on shopping for dresses and panties in every overpriced clothing outlet we came across, and I insisted on shopping for coffee in every café we encountered. Amy insisted on nothing in particular, Eileen shopped for shiny things and Thomas P. Quicksilver shopped for backpacks.
Eventually, the time came for the main event, a rave called Viva Pinata! It was themed around a game for the XBOX 360 of the same name, and so we wore sombreros, light-up necklaces shaped like cacti and chili pepperi, and other vaguely related items. We returned to the apartment to collect these appurtenances, picking up Rex Racer the Boyfriend of Amy along the way. Pizza and beer was had, and merry we were; prepared for the night's events, we set off toward the final destination of the night.
We arrived at the venue and spouted 4chan memes until they took our tickets (half an hour late!) and then grouped on the floor. Thomas P. Quicksilver left as he is wont to do, finding all sorts of mysteries to entertain his madman mind.
Before I continue, there's something you should know about me that will make the reasons for me being where I am in the next segment more clear. I despise large groups of people; I prefer to spend my time with somewhere between zero and seven other folks, not five hundred.
I found myself eventually outside, dejected and alone save T.J. and Random Stoner Named Stabby. T.J. was enjoying the wall, ground, air, cigarettes and various fabrics because he had taken an ecstasy tablet; he was thus not much for conversation. Aptly-Named Stabby offered to share his pipe with me, and I consented. The night quickly became a world of wonder for me.
I took three hits of the devil's lettuce and found myself surrounded by zombies, a wall that seemed to call out for my love, and T.J. I also discovered after perhaps two minutes that I was not breathing, and spent the next fifteen unable to do anything because it would distract me from my constantly making sure I was still inhaling and exhaling normally.
Eileen appeared shortly after I calmed down, and introduced T.J. and me to her friend Glasscock. They chatted for several minutes while I had a psychic discussion with the smoke currently enveloping much of California, and we all went inside. At this point Rex Racer found me and showed me dance moves. I am told that I would slowly turn away from him during this show, forcing him to move to stay in my field of view; by my perception he moved and so I followed him, but I am hesitant to trust my judgement at that point. I am also told that I at one point watched his hypnotic feet through the full-wall mirror we were next to during this period.
Eventually Rex got bored of me ("REX I AM WHAT THE FUCK HIGH PLEASE DON'T LEAVE," I apparently did not actually scream to him) so I found myself alone. I wandered the crowd the rest of the night, marveling at the lights and sounds until I was wrangled by Amy and we all went back to the hotel. At this point I essentially blacked out, only to wake in the morning to Eileen pulling the sheets from my body. My immediate impression was wrong, causing me to thank the lord I did not say anything out loud as I awoke; she was waking everyone because it was check-out time.
I arrived at my home three hours later, and thus ends another thrilling adventure.
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