The Repost Series, Volume II: The Underground Adventures of Yours Truly and Co.

Last night was kind of ridiculous (at least by my standards).  This makes me think 1. my standards of ridiculousness need to become my “norm” or 2. it actually was kind of ridiculous.

Now let’s just start of by saying that I had not intended most of this to transpire, nor had I expected it.

So I’m home on fall break, and I’m hanging out my bff and my friend Giraffe.  Anyway, we had been chillin’ out for quite some time, hit up some dinner, etc, when my bff and I got the urge: the urge to inhale the sweet fumes of a certain plant.  An illegal plant.  So a friend had given us the number of a friend to hook us up with said plant, now to be referred to as the “treasure.”  So come roughly 9pm, after an hour and a half or so of wandering aimlessly around the area of my bff’s neighborhood, we called said friend and she told us the location of a “concert” where she would be.  So all of us hopped into my automobile and headed off to the destination.

Now, she had said “concert,” and this caused us to conjure up memories of previous concerts…  I don’t know exactly what my cohorts had as a prototypical concert image in their mind, but let’s just say the most “underground” concert I’d ever experienced was the Mastodon show at the Cat’s Cradle a little over a year ago.  So yeah, not very underground.  At least for that, it was a nationally recognized band and I only didn’t know the names of the opening acts.  This, now this was underground shit.  The venue: the Kent House.  A house on a road called Kent street (oh whoops, I just ruined it’s underground-ness, sorry internet).  In hindsight, it would have been slightly more UG had there only been like five people there.  Nonetheless, this shit was underground.  Forty people cramming into a graffiti-ed basement while a Powerviolence band blasts their latest compositions for twenty five minutes.  Yeah, that’s underground.  There was an abundance of alcohol at this party, none of which was touched by our party of three (especially not me, the driver).  This was mainly because we were waiting to make a purchase.  After about an hour at this show/party/thing, we were growing impatient.  The novelty of the experience had worn off, and we were getting tired of cigarette smoke/drunk people (as probably the only three sober persons on the premises).  Push came to shove, amounts were measured, and we walked out of the Kent house triumphant. Just as a pirate crew returning to port with recently acquired buried treasure, so we merry three returned to The Neighborhood.  We got some food from Wendy’s on the way too.

We fashioned a “smoking implement” out of a water bottle and tin foil (with some elements I later found out from a friend, were highly unnecessary) and proceded to smoke the treasure… a lot.  By the time we were done (the Giraffe did not participate, though he did get some second-hand happiness), we were dizzy.  We couldn’t finish it off, despite our previous plans.  We would have actually passed out.  Anyway, much later, after having ridden an awesome SNES-style roller coaster and having to lock down the Spaceship (house) because there were alien wolves (nothing) outside trying to get in, we watched Bill and Ted’s Excellent Adventure.  Those time travelling sequences have never been so riveting.  And then we fell asleep after the movie, and I can’t even remember the time.  True story: at 1:19am I sent a text to a friend, who was inquiring as to the means of inhalation of the fumes, saying “(we smoked out of) a homemade device, cleverly devising common kitchenware to our delinquent purposes.”  My grammar/vocabulary seems to have suffered negligibly from my elated state at the time.
TL:DR, it was a fun and adventurous night. 

Originally Posted to Tumblr on October 24, 2010