I swore off 4-20 parties a long time ago. First of all, because I don't smoke weed. Second of all, it was Hitler's birthday (which doesn't make much of a difference to me; bad guys have to be born SOMETIME if they're to be born at all, but this fact very much upset my friend Brian, who refused to partake of the joys of 4-20 parties based on the Hitler connection). And third, it was the day Colombine happened -- the news hit the College of Santa Fe campus as I was discussing 4-20 parties with my friends, and 4-20 parties have just seemed fucked up ever since then. Oh, and additionally, Jake probably would have put dog shit on my side of the bed if I went to a 4-20 party, anyway.
So, I didn't have a 4-20 party yesterday.
However, I can truly say it was one of the weirdest Easter Sundays I've EVER spent in my life...
Upon waking up (at like, 6 AM), I was invited to use a little bit of LSD.
That is, "Light and Sound Device."
The LSD is a big stupid machine, attached by a wire to a pair of cheap sunglasses and a pair of headphones. The sunglasses flash strobe lights into your eyes, and the headphones play tones. The lights and tones are somehow configured to fuck with your brain waves. To either wake you up, or slow you down, or... well, a bunch of different things.
I sort of hate strobe lights, but I knew if I didn't try "LSD" just once, I'd hate myself forever...
So I sat there with this apparatus on my head, watching the visions go by, until I started to have this uncontrollably annoying nervous tic in both eyes, and started to freak out. Until I freaked and pitched the sunglasses off of my face, it was all pretty cool. I saw a lot of mosaic-like tiles of various colors, and some stock-ticker-like words drifting along between the tiles. Unfortunately, the words were too tiny to read, and were also in Cyrillic characters, so I will likely never know EXACTLY what sorts of crazy things my brain is truly capable of creating under the influence of a strobe light.
Damn.
Jake saw better stuff than me anyway. As always, I was the one who freaked out, and he was the one who went back for more.
I can't believe this crap is legal.
I don't like the LSD.
For much of that afternoon, Jake and I, and an old friend of Jake's, watched "Kurt And Courtney" on video. Being an avid Courtney-hater, and something of a Nirvana fan, I've been waiting to see this movie for a couple of years now. It was a grand old time. Jake and I called Courtney every name in the book, and "Saint Cobain" came out of Jake's friend's mouth more than once or twice... And after we'd seen the whole video, we rewound it about fifty times to watch the "SEX SLAVE" video clip in the middle. You really must see it. You will preferably see it in the Northwest, where you will be among plenty of Courtney-haters willing to go to the Olympia 4th Ave Safeway, and spit in the parking lot because Courtney once worked there.
I'm still very behind on my reading. I'm going to go do that now.
~Helena*