So I've been holding on to these allegedly, "Bomb" rollz for what seems like ages now. I've been waiting for the perfect time to take them. So the first night that I had in mind was a night that I was gonna see Ferry Corsten perform at a club. I got tickets for me and my lady. We arrived on scene and found out that not only were drinks like 9 bucks each at this particular club, but the vibe was not all that great so we decided to not drop. Next was an event at a rave club about an hour and a half drive north from where we live.
So we drive a good hour and a half and arrive to see a butt load of cops, an ambulance and a firetruck, some kid sitting on the curb being checked out by such said cops and medics, and a bunch of little teenie boppers wearing next to nothing.
I thinks to my self, "Whatever I'm here to have a good time, rave and roll!" So we walk up to pay our ticket and then BAM! The girl at the counter tells me it will be $110.00 for two tickets. Are you fucking joking? Go fuck yourself! I fucking drove for an hour and a half to turn around and go the fuck home! Sure I could've checked the price before leaving, but I figured it wouldn't be all that much. I mean I did check out the price on groovetickects about a week ago and it was something like $80 bucks total for two tickets. Who would expect to pay $110 for two tickets at the door the night of an event. Maybe for EDC but I aint even about Massives.
So we drive all the way back home and now I still have these dank X pills and I am forced to wait for another moment in time where the vibe is right, the work schedules align, the setting presents its self, and it all just works its self out. What happened to the good ol' high school dayz when all you needed was a couple of tabs, an excuse, and a place to ditch school? Being a responsible grown up sucks. FTW!
So we drive a good hour and a half and arrive to see a butt load of cops, an ambulance and a firetruck, some kid sitting on the curb being checked out by such said cops and medics, and a bunch of little teenie boppers wearing next to nothing.
I thinks to my self, "Whatever I'm here to have a good time, rave and roll!" So we walk up to pay our ticket and then BAM! The girl at the counter tells me it will be $110.00 for two tickets. Are you fucking joking? Go fuck yourself! I fucking drove for an hour and a half to turn around and go the fuck home! Sure I could've checked the price before leaving, but I figured it wouldn't be all that much. I mean I did check out the price on groovetickects about a week ago and it was something like $80 bucks total for two tickets. Who would expect to pay $110 for two tickets at the door the night of an event. Maybe for EDC but I aint even about Massives.
So we drive all the way back home and now I still have these dank X pills and I am forced to wait for another moment in time where the vibe is right, the work schedules align, the setting presents its self, and it all just works its self out. What happened to the good ol' high school dayz when all you needed was a couple of tabs, an excuse, and a place to ditch school? Being a responsible grown up sucks. FTW!