Friday, May 23, 2008

I took one tab and washed my jeans in the rest of it.

What happened the last time you were on acid?

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This one's for Curt K.

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OK, the last time I took any hallucinogenic (and mind you, I am not sure of the fine distinctions, but I've taken mescaline and mushrooms; is 'acid' something different? I've been told it is)...anyway, I was at a dance club near Central Square (no longer there, called Man Ray...I think I'm dating myself here, as I think this is now a big honkin' block of condos on Brookline Street)...ANYWAY, I was tripping and I went to this club and this guy asked me to dance and when I asked what his name was, he said, "Box." I said, "I'm sorry, I didn't hear you", thinking I was just tripping, but five repetitions later, I understood that his name was Box. He turned out to be pretty uninteresting for someone named Box.

Later that night, my boyfriend at the time broke up with me. Not a good night. (Coward. Him, I mean. Be sober when you break up with someone, for chrissake.)

BOX?!?!?!
Santacon, Portland, 2007. A santa on the bus offered me a special santa Altoid. Yes, please! (I had never done acid before).

You would have loved Santacon. 1500 was the number being tossed around, but I'll just say hundreds of drunk Santas descending on the city, going to bars, dance clubs, nudy joints, restaurants. Nothing like seeing being drunk and seeing tits at noon:30. It was a blast. The last stop of the night for me was at a gay bar with a great underwear competition. Some Santas joined in. I think I laughed nonstop from noon to midnight. My lady friend exclaimed at some point while dancing "Shit, you all are gonna be so upset. I am a drunk bitch!" She was quite drunk, but we were not upset. Oh, and that stupid feather boa? I went to pick up a Santa suit from a craigslister and found it was for three of me or one of my friend Andy, so it went to him. I had to improvise. It worked out in my favor though, because I looked like a retarded Muppet Santa. Menomena!

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Well, the last time I went to a 'special' party my specialness was a little bunk. ie. the happy tab just didn't do it for me. I ended up crying in the bedroom all night with a bunch of fucked up friends and watched them oggle ice cubes and the tv set. I ended up crashing at around 1am... which, in all honesty, was a really good thing, because I had to be on set for a film at 8am the next morning. I took a cab from Eastie to Salem, which was probably the most interesting part of that whole 24 hours...

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