i awoke to the following away message posted by Carrie. (she has no homepage or i'd link it)
To all my friends: Do you remember what we did last night? It's all a blur for me. It always seems to end up this way, fragmented attempts to piece together parts of our life that are fading into oblivion. Some things happen so quickly but there significance will impact us for a life time. I don't ever want to be that person.My biggest fear is to one day look into the mirror and wonder where my life has gone. Up in smoke? Or dwelling on times past? I just want to live my life and do what I want to do. I want no responsibilities and no commitments. Maybe I am just young and experiencing freedom for the first time in my life. I don't know these are my random thoughts and if you are reading this you're probably a friend so you don't really give a shit if I'm being weird or not.
back to the bad habits thing: (reference to the title in case you didn't read it)
one of which is picking up random pieces of trash that for some reason
i think are really cool.
yesterday that piece of trash was part of a broken glass smoking device i found in the dirt.
we were at Hi-Fi Buys Amphitheater ( will be known as Lakewood from here on out) tailgating before the show started and we had to make a pee run. it took Carrie forever to convince Amy that peeing in the woods was okay, and she finally gave in. we found a small area of woods, which is where i found my 'treasure.'
when we got back, i searched desperately for Scottie and reached in my bag for my phone to call him and ended up totally ripping a cut in my finger and blood just gushed
out. i haven't bled that much (not including martha) since i cut my finger with the lid of a tuna can in elementary school.
anyway, found Scottie...he had a napkin i used to stop the bleeding, which took forever and a day
. so, next thing, this golf cart pulls up and the cop in the passenger seat starts yelling at us to get into the show. really, he could have just asked, but i guess cops don't do that do they? they threw a garbage bag at us and told us to clean up our mess, which we did. then we stood around forever as i got very impatient
, and we packed up brett's pathfinder and walked across the street to meet him there at another grassy area being used for parking. we drank and hung out, whatever, we peed a lot behind this old blazer or something crappy, whatever it was. there was a cop who pulled up and sat in the field for awhile, he didn't bother us, had nothing to do with us, but Justin freaked out about the cop, and then ed freaked out about justin freaking out. maybe freaking out is an exaggeration
lauren had to pee, and as hard as we tried, she refused to pee in the woods. so, she went into the show. i have a memory that i'm not sure really happened, but when lauren wouldn't pee, did amy say "don't be a pussy!"
did anyone say that? did i say that?
i totally missed Nappy Roots and went into the concert at the end of N.E.R.D. what did we do in the concert? we just chilled, and blocked the wind
, and just had a good time. Hoobastank came on, and Scottie and i had to use the restroom.
we went into the men's room... no one seemed to notice when i went in. But, after we were in there for a little while, some guy came to the stall we were in and said "i think you are in the wrong bathroom."
after quickly getting ourselves back together i said sorry and we left. i was extremely pissed at the time because i thought the guy was just a regular ole joe at the concert and i couldn't understand why a guy would have a problem with me being in there, i mean, come on, really. Turns out, he worked there, so he was just doing his job. alright, i can handle that. we all have jobs we have to do
. (i am not doing mine-- any of the things i need to do)
311 came on and we had a great time during that one. i got pictures and it was a good show for sure.... "who's got the herb?" (gotta love that garlic right?)
Jay-Z came on last and well, i don't think many of us were impressed. Ed and Brian were long gone, Scottie and I made a run for his Jeep in the parking lot. It was parked near the cop directing traffic, so we moved...put on a great show and that's about enough of that, before we got hold of the rest of the gang who were all at Waffle House, naturally. (Houston, i don't think we're in Texas anymore-- that may have only made sense in my head)
The Waffle House happened to be way over at Holcombe bridge, but whatever...they didn't have my pie either. the waffle was good, and carrie notified me that the plans had changed, that she was going home that night. sounded good to me, so scottie and i went home too.
So, lauren made this HUGE deal about the directions. Wrote them down, told us a million times, and i told her, i think i can handle it
. she was like.. no, its really..well, you'll see. anyway, i had this idea that she was exaggerating about the confusion of how to get to Lakewood... well, turns out i was right. she said to pass a certain exit and then turn around ... well, we passed the exit and there was no turn around, naturally, because we were still driving down the highway. well, we were supposed to exit the exit after Langford (or whatever it was) which she failed to mention (she didn't know the name of the exit we were supposed to exit) but we figured we'd have to exit to turn around anyway. well, we exited and just followed these signs and VOILA! we were there.. no trouble at all
. in fact, i had expected it to be similar to the woodlands chaos, but it wasn't ... it was very simple and easy
, thank God.
here we are... i was offered to get a pic in the parking lot, but i could swear she said it would be 50 bucks. i heard wrong
from left to right: Carrie, Lauren, me, and Scottie
aren't we fabulous??