story: escalate.. (pt. 1)

preamble.. so this is the party that brought me back.. i had been out of it 4 a long time and honestly it was like i was a noob all over again which was actually a good thing.. totally un-jaded and open 2 the experience..
so yea, if this sounds like my first rave, well, in some ways it was.. (it was also written 4 those who know nothing of the scene..) i was reborn in the beat that night.. i will never forget.. (again taken from my myspace and prolly edited lol!!)


goin on what feels like the way back meter for this one.. course it's only been like five weeks, but in tour time (especially in the month i've had) time moves in dog years so that's what, like nine months?? fucken forever.. anyway, so again names are changed or abbreviated so as not to tout anybody else's business..


so ok, so it's saturday, august 18th, and i've been in the city (nyc) for 3 days.. paul van dyk is spinning in the park that night, and me and c are plannin to hook up with d and his seriously cute friend, eat a bunch of shrooms and have ourselves a good time.. that was the plan anyway..


earlier in the week i got a phone call from willy j.. 'hey head, remember that one time when i got you that job?? well i need a favor.' wow, blowin yer wad a little early there buddy.. after a barrage of escalatingly more offensive text messages he called back and i agreed to help load out props and wardrobe for the wedding singer cuz for whatever reason they had to leave a week early and were pretty well hosed..



alright, i'm gonna get paid and it's only supposed to be a two hour call from four to six so cool.. no problem.. of course that's right on the edge of when paul van dyk starts spinning but me and c should still get there in enough time to catch most of it.. d and his friend were just gonna meet us there (so glad they didn't wait for us) and then whatever.. so we all know this part: a two hour call quickly stretched into a four and by the time i got to c's apt it was nine and we had totally missed it.. fucker..


well, we have a bunch of shrooms and nothin else to do so let's eat 'em and go walk around midtown.. ended up in rockafeller center where i discovered a very soft plant that i loved to stick my face in.. partly because it was cool and refreshing on my lightly sunburned face and head, and partly cuz i was on shrooms.. hehe.. whaddaya do.. so i continued to bask in (and pretty much squish) my new plant friend while we waited for d and co. to meet us and then on to the next adventure which, for starters, was the blarney stone.. had a strongbow just cuz they had it on draft and i do so love it on draft (normally i don't drink when i'm doin drugs cuz i like the specific high and don't like it all muddled up with booze) and we chilled out for a bit while we decided on the game plan..


d knew a guy who was gonna be workin the door at a party in astoria and could get us in for free or at least cheap.. unfortunately his very cute friend was done in and would not be joining us.. a little sad really.. gonna have to look her up when we're in boston.. [which i did.. had lunch.. that was all.. oh well..]



anyway, so astoria.. i wanted to go but was a little hesitant just cuz it had been awhile and the last couple i went to were cool and all but not the best ever (and i lost some good shit to searches and i was worried about losing my dugout) but what else were we gonna do?? was assured it would be all good and we were all shroomin so what the fuck, let's go and enjoy the ride.. cool..


first stop 47th st. station to catch the N to astoria.. as soon as we hit the subway we were all giggling like idiots.. probly the only instance where i've had a good time waiting for a train.. not to mention the ride, which was continuously hilarious.. we get off at the end of the line and have ourselves a couple of good urination adventures on the way.. c found an overpass but i totally peed on someones house.. yea, i'm that guy.. we only walked a few blocks when d says 'this is it..' we were standing outside a four story apt building with a few people milling about outside but there was absolutely no noise and no light coming from inside.. 'this is really it huh??' yep.. d's friend b came down to get us and in we went.. welcome to wonderland.. [god i love that venue..]



didn't even really hear music until we hit the third floor and i'm wonderin exactly how big or good this thing is gonna be.. paid 15 buck, got a very light pat to check for weapons and in we went.. open bottle (only water, but i always lose them at the door.. not so this time), weed and all.. no problems.. word.. so we go in and it's this sweet ass warehouse/loft conversion that someone actually lives in.. they were of course involved with the party and everything, but it's still pretty damn cool that this event happened in someone's apt..


right off the bat b brings us in and says 'there's the smoking room where you can only smoke cigarettes but you can smoke weed wherever you want (sweeet).. now who wants pills and how many??' well, let's start with one and go from there.. five minutes later me, d, and b were on our way to rollin.. c abstained.. i thought he just wasn't in for the ride but it turns out it was just cuz he was broke and didn't wanna ask.. lame, but the situation was later remedied..


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