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Bluelighter
The Rolling Stones where playing in a suburb of Phoenix, about a two hour drive from here. Left home at 3:30. First band plays at 7:30. I wanted to get there early to look for some doses in the parking lots.
Beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon drive. Drinking about four ounces of vodka (screwdriver) and smoked several bowls on the way there, alone. Beautiful sunset over the desert/mountains.
I arrived at the parking lot at 5:30. It was dark and quiet. Turns out everyone was experiencing the pre-show in the arena. My first time at this venue.
Bought a double screwdriver ($16 plus $2 tip) and spaced around the arena venders but it stunk so much like fried meat I decided to pick up the vibe of the ambient music and watch the arena fill up. Must have been 10,000 people when the Stones went on.
I learned my lesson about taking the dose too early so this time I waited for the first band to finish playing, went to get another drink and took about 1.25 pieces of blotter left over from the summer (got ripped off of $400 on the deal so it was like a $50 dose!)
Ran back to my aisle seat on the arena floor (row 27) -- lots of room to dance!
I never felt the acid kick in. Perfect timeing because the Stones started playing about the time the acid would begin its effects.
All I can say is I danced like crazy. Had no conversations with anyone.
A bunch of guys were playing around with me. One said his friend wanted my phone number. He wasn't my type but id fuck him, I hate talking on the phone and people bothering me so I offered to give him a ride home. He was kind of stunned so I sweetly asked him, "would you like a ride home?" (This is a great pick up line) and he curtly replied, "No." That shut them up. They kept straight faces the whole time. That's all I said the whole night except for the ushers who were like eagles ushering you to your seat and not to wander into other sections.
There was no one dancing in the front rows either because the stage was so high. Not a very good venue.
The acid wasn't as powerful as the stuff we used to get in the 70's but I was still flying. Danced the whole time never once sat down.
Drove 85 mph home and made it back in time for one drink at a club.
I like to stand outside for a while and listen to the music but this time I must have completely spaced out (don't know how long I was standing there) because the manager came up to me and told me she couldn't let me inside! I sweetly replied, "No problem." And went to a dive, gay bar where I know everyone. I was the only one on the dance floor but that does not stop the DJ from putting up LOUD funky dance music. Had one more screwdriver ($3 plus tip) and went home, alone.
I don't remember getting home but woke up about six hours later still tripping. My arm was out of it's socket! The cooking pots fell into the sink and the power bar where everything including the refrigerator was turned off. Something I never would do. It's like someone got into my house and did that?
Still tripping, I ran four miles around the University. One of the funkiest runs ever. It was like a funky dancing run I was also trying to exercise the arm. At the University I spaced out on the mall, a large, half-mile long grassy area you could land a small airplane on, enjoying the sun and mountain views.
Got home from the run and put in 6 hours of painting (no lunch break)!
Mick Jagger knows how to party. Wish I could get backstage and follow him around for 24 hours or be a stone's groopie. One of my associates used to deal acid at the stones concerts.
Beautiful, sunny Sunday afternoon drive. Drinking about four ounces of vodka (screwdriver) and smoked several bowls on the way there, alone. Beautiful sunset over the desert/mountains.
I arrived at the parking lot at 5:30. It was dark and quiet. Turns out everyone was experiencing the pre-show in the arena. My first time at this venue.
Bought a double screwdriver ($16 plus $2 tip) and spaced around the arena venders but it stunk so much like fried meat I decided to pick up the vibe of the ambient music and watch the arena fill up. Must have been 10,000 people when the Stones went on.
I learned my lesson about taking the dose too early so this time I waited for the first band to finish playing, went to get another drink and took about 1.25 pieces of blotter left over from the summer (got ripped off of $400 on the deal so it was like a $50 dose!)
Ran back to my aisle seat on the arena floor (row 27) -- lots of room to dance!
I never felt the acid kick in. Perfect timeing because the Stones started playing about the time the acid would begin its effects.
All I can say is I danced like crazy. Had no conversations with anyone.
A bunch of guys were playing around with me. One said his friend wanted my phone number. He wasn't my type but id fuck him, I hate talking on the phone and people bothering me so I offered to give him a ride home. He was kind of stunned so I sweetly asked him, "would you like a ride home?" (This is a great pick up line) and he curtly replied, "No." That shut them up. They kept straight faces the whole time. That's all I said the whole night except for the ushers who were like eagles ushering you to your seat and not to wander into other sections.
There was no one dancing in the front rows either because the stage was so high. Not a very good venue.
The acid wasn't as powerful as the stuff we used to get in the 70's but I was still flying. Danced the whole time never once sat down.
Drove 85 mph home and made it back in time for one drink at a club.
I like to stand outside for a while and listen to the music but this time I must have completely spaced out (don't know how long I was standing there) because the manager came up to me and told me she couldn't let me inside! I sweetly replied, "No problem." And went to a dive, gay bar where I know everyone. I was the only one on the dance floor but that does not stop the DJ from putting up LOUD funky dance music. Had one more screwdriver ($3 plus tip) and went home, alone.
I don't remember getting home but woke up about six hours later still tripping. My arm was out of it's socket! The cooking pots fell into the sink and the power bar where everything including the refrigerator was turned off. Something I never would do. It's like someone got into my house and did that?
Still tripping, I ran four miles around the University. One of the funkiest runs ever. It was like a funky dancing run I was also trying to exercise the arm. At the University I spaced out on the mall, a large, half-mile long grassy area you could land a small airplane on, enjoying the sun and mountain views.
Got home from the run and put in 6 hours of painting (no lunch break)!
Mick Jagger knows how to party. Wish I could get backstage and follow him around for 24 hours or be a stone's groopie. One of my associates used to deal acid at the stones concerts.
).. nice report!