SwissBanker
Bluelighter
Another one of those lazy days in L.A.
I don't usually do e alone, but I was bored out of my skull and decided to drop.
I hadn't brought any of the great stuff from Amsterdam with me but the night before I had managed to score some... well... sketchy looking red stuff.
Still. e is e.
I dropped two while laying around at my friend's house in the morning.
Literally, I had taken them not 3 minutes before and my old friend "Liz" calls my cellphone. Liz lives in LA now. When I told her I wasn't 10 minutes away from her she was knocking on the door and getting a big kiss on the mouth in less than 15.
Did I want to go watch a game show taping?
HUH?
Yeah, she was going to watch one of the game shows that tapes at CBS' Television City. Tickets are free. Why the hell not? I totally had forgotten that I dropped the e.
We end up at Television Studio and the only thing taping is "Price is Right." Awww, well what the hell?
The e starts coming up right when we are filling out the audience survey before sitting in the studio. It immediately feels speedy. Great. Just what I need. Meth laced pills when I have to sit in the hot studio. My hand shakes a little bit when I fill out the form and do a little product survey.
I didn't want to use my own name so I signed as "Daniel Day Lewis." I thought that was pretty funny. I was giggling by the time we sat down.
If you've ever been in a studio you know two things. One, it's REALLY hot and bright in there. Two it's MUCH smaller than it looks on television.
I start to get really luved up as they start the taping. Everything looks just wonderful, including the many shining lights, and the multicolored drapes all over the studio.
Then the lights and music. I'm totally entranced but I know for sure there is speed in the pills I've taken. I'm full of nervous energy. So much so that I barely notice when...
THEY CALL MY NAME.
I end up sitting on bidders row. But see, it's all cool. I'm taken up in the entire feel of being on a game show. People are cheering. I am totally at one with the entire place.
The bidding seems to go on and on, until they put up this home basketball game thing. Suddenly, I know how much that thing costs. Right on the money. I am so sure of it that I just can't wait for the old bad haired crone and the two housewives in front of me (the one tries that $799 bid crap) to bid.
$800, I finally get to say. And I KNOW I'm right on it. I have never been so sure of anything in my whole life.
Sure enough the "Exact Bid" bell rings. I'm practically coming out of my seat! They announce it, $800, and just like that I'm on the stage. They place that music, the "you've won the bid" music that I've never paid any attention to but I can't HELP but dance my way up and over to Bob, right when he hands me $500 for hitting the bid on the money. I drop it on the floor I'm so excited.
Well shit, I need a dinette anyhow, so not surprising that they have one. I mean, the day is perfect already, right? How could it not work perfectly for me? I can barely keep my glasses on I'm so excited and taken up in the moment.
I can hear the prices in my head, there's no doubt about it. I'm going to win it and end up on the Showcase Showdown!
While they describe the prizes they play this mellow song, lots of horns... it cools me off just enough, but every time I bid the crowd goes nuts and revs me right back up.
Flashing lights. Tension. Colors. Bob's hair looks... shiny and smooth. I want to touch it.
Then I win. No kidding. And they put that music right back on. The "You won" music. I go nuts. I can't contain myself. I fly all over the stage.
Why not?
Ahhhh... e.
Later I find out it's 80% meth and 20% MDA. Still, it made me smarter.
Here's the Video!
(Since I keep getting questions about my trip-reports being fiction, I figured I'd really do a fictional one). :D
I don't usually do e alone, but I was bored out of my skull and decided to drop.
I hadn't brought any of the great stuff from Amsterdam with me but the night before I had managed to score some... well... sketchy looking red stuff.
Still. e is e.
I dropped two while laying around at my friend's house in the morning.
Literally, I had taken them not 3 minutes before and my old friend "Liz" calls my cellphone. Liz lives in LA now. When I told her I wasn't 10 minutes away from her she was knocking on the door and getting a big kiss on the mouth in less than 15.
Did I want to go watch a game show taping?
HUH?
Yeah, she was going to watch one of the game shows that tapes at CBS' Television City. Tickets are free. Why the hell not? I totally had forgotten that I dropped the e.
We end up at Television Studio and the only thing taping is "Price is Right." Awww, well what the hell?
The e starts coming up right when we are filling out the audience survey before sitting in the studio. It immediately feels speedy. Great. Just what I need. Meth laced pills when I have to sit in the hot studio. My hand shakes a little bit when I fill out the form and do a little product survey.
I didn't want to use my own name so I signed as "Daniel Day Lewis." I thought that was pretty funny. I was giggling by the time we sat down.
If you've ever been in a studio you know two things. One, it's REALLY hot and bright in there. Two it's MUCH smaller than it looks on television.
I start to get really luved up as they start the taping. Everything looks just wonderful, including the many shining lights, and the multicolored drapes all over the studio.
Then the lights and music. I'm totally entranced but I know for sure there is speed in the pills I've taken. I'm full of nervous energy. So much so that I barely notice when...
THEY CALL MY NAME.
I end up sitting on bidders row. But see, it's all cool. I'm taken up in the entire feel of being on a game show. People are cheering. I am totally at one with the entire place.
The bidding seems to go on and on, until they put up this home basketball game thing. Suddenly, I know how much that thing costs. Right on the money. I am so sure of it that I just can't wait for the old bad haired crone and the two housewives in front of me (the one tries that $799 bid crap) to bid.
$800, I finally get to say. And I KNOW I'm right on it. I have never been so sure of anything in my whole life.
Sure enough the "Exact Bid" bell rings. I'm practically coming out of my seat! They announce it, $800, and just like that I'm on the stage. They place that music, the "you've won the bid" music that I've never paid any attention to but I can't HELP but dance my way up and over to Bob, right when he hands me $500 for hitting the bid on the money. I drop it on the floor I'm so excited.
Well shit, I need a dinette anyhow, so not surprising that they have one. I mean, the day is perfect already, right? How could it not work perfectly for me? I can barely keep my glasses on I'm so excited and taken up in the moment.
I can hear the prices in my head, there's no doubt about it. I'm going to win it and end up on the Showcase Showdown!
While they describe the prizes they play this mellow song, lots of horns... it cools me off just enough, but every time I bid the crowd goes nuts and revs me right back up.
Flashing lights. Tension. Colors. Bob's hair looks... shiny and smooth. I want to touch it.
Then I win. No kidding. And they put that music right back on. The "You won" music. I go nuts. I can't contain myself. I fly all over the stage.
Why not?
Ahhhh... e.
Later I find out it's 80% meth and 20% MDA. Still, it made me smarter.
Here's the Video!
(Since I keep getting questions about my trip-reports being fiction, I figured I'd really do a fictional one). :D
![:\](https://bluelight.org/xf/BL_Images/Orig_Emoji/wrygrin.gif "wry grin :\")
congrats on winning all that stuff and thanks again for the AWESOME report!!!
