So hello again, people. I didn't die, amazingly. Although many instances occurred in which I could have, but I didn't. Anyways, quite a bit has happened since my last post. Mainly me being stupid, but we'll attempt (emphasis on that, it's pretty hard when that's the bulk of what I do) to skip all of my stupidity. To be fair, while my advice on doing things is impeccable, my own personal application in terms of long term actions sucks. Short term? I got this shit. Long term? I'm the worst. Okay, got that over with. So.... I'm 16. No, not driving. Don't even have a permit. I'm far too lazy to do that, but I promise I will. Anyways, for my 16th birthday I got a backpack, a water bottle, 250$ which were promptly spent on pre-calculus, my computer which I had to pay half for (Got a computer with a camera, time to make videos!) and a nook e-reader. Oh, and an aerial screw. And the best book ever from my sister. The book wins, because it's hand made from my sister, honestly.Oh! I got my first pay check (And by now my second). Probably the most beautiful thing ever. And I had to see it all go to pay for the training that I was required to take to get the money in the first place. Stupid system. Alrighty, this is where we get to the really stupid things that I've done. Sadly. So, I went to this concert. Cypress Hill, 311, Sublime with Rome, Pennywise, and some other group. Idk, I ordered this from most to least important to me. The point is, ALL OF THEM WERE STONER BANDS! ALL OF THEM! So, we go to the concert, right? 1$ hot dogs. I had 16 dollars worth. No ketchup, though, which really pissed me off. Before the concert, I asked everyone "hey, maybe we should bring condiments. The concert might run out, you know?" But they were all like, "Nah, they'll have everything." So of course that's a big "I-told-you-so" moment. Then we finally get to the lawn, get a nice place to sit (and some beers) and we wait for the show to start. People are coming, and coming, filling the arena, lighting cigarettes, and just chilling, right? First band goes, it's all right, second band, a bit better. Then, Cypress Hill comes out and instantly I just smell something that is TOTALLY NOT A CIGARETTE! Look to my left and literally 10 feet away is this guy just smoking a doobie. I'm like "how'd he even get that in here? They checked our bags! And our pockets!" But then I look down and just.... He smuggled it in his groin, alright? My guess, at least. So, moving on, more and more people start on that train. Great show, by the way, excellent group. Lost 5 dollars to my dad because I thought Insane in the Membrane would be their last song. He thought it would be So you Wanna be a Rap Superstar. He was right... Anyways, Cypress Hill leaves, 311 comes on and BOOM! another group of pot smokers. They're everywhere, the ratio to pot heads to non is like 100:1. But, what's funny is now my dad's like "Hey Luke, I feel really under prepared. Can you go score us some weed?" And I'm like "DAD! WOAH! Why can't you do it yourself?"
"I'm busy..."
"Dad, you're drinking a beer while talking to a friend listening to 311"
"Exactly! Busy!"
"But I'm drinking a beer talking to girls listening to 311!"
"Doesn't matter, go."
So I have to leave, and I'm just walking around, walking around, right? And I end up somewhere, I'm not sure where, and I'm at the end of the line and someone just passes me one, all casual like right? And I'm like "Okay, on one side, this is bad. On the other... this is expensive, and it'll fit right in with this concert" So.... I said thank you and passed it back. Moving on, the show ends (Sublime went on but we were all COMPLETELY TRASHED and so didn't really pay attention much. I sang most of the songs from these last three groups) and we're walking around back to the car but still around because we were all stumbly and shit, and I see this blanket, right? And I'm thinking "Well, the owners aren't coming back, so..." I took the blanket. Yeah, I've got this huge ass blanket for no reason for free. Best souvenir ever. Then, due to the fact that we were hungry and intoxicate, the NATURAL place to go is iHop, right? Get there and every pot head from Galveston to Dallas had the exact same idea. Totally packed. That idea's scrapped, so we move on to the next restaurant down. It's a place called Bikinis. Excellent place, completely empty, smoking hot waitresses in bikinis... I was glad we didn't go to IHop, really. So, now we're on the road, and in conclusion... I am SO glad that my dad is a good driver so we didn't die on the way home.
Whew, an actual story for once. I did things, yay! And we're still not up to date... I'll post later.