Striped tights make me a scenester

[channonyarrow]

Kill Hannah is pretty damn cool. Due, however, to a scheduling conflict (ie, the show was listed as at 6:30 on the internet but at 8:30 at Bumbershoot) and a drug use conflict, I skipped Steve Earle, mainly in the interest of totally not having to call my parents for a ride home because the police were hiding under my car.

Seriously, I have no problem with other people doing drugs, but can I just ask that people who smoke pot either do it in a confined environment secluded from other people who do not wish to partake or that they take up using heroin? I do not want to be quite so paranoid as I was after Projekt Revolution (and I am TOTALLY a lightweight about drugs, I KNOW this) ever again. Like, as in paranoid enough that I almost did not go to work the next day.

I need single friends, though. This is something I've known for a while, but it's really true - when you're by yourself at Bumbershoot because your friends are all married or otherwise encoupled, it's very annoying to have a two hour blank block of time and no one with a better idea of what to do than to sit by the Science Centre and stare at the John 3:16 guy.

Other than all this, my weekend was totally unproductive. Now I will go to hold a gun to the head of a friendly person in the interest of getting something I want, and if it all goes well, rest assured that the subsequent LJ post will be read aloud by my voice, whether you like it or not. Which actually does not mean that I will do a voice post; simply that my post will be exciting.

Comments

[mcmayhem.livejournal.com]

What makes you paranoid about people smoking pot near you? Are you afraid you'll be implicated if they're caught?

[channonyarrow.livejournal.com]

I get really, really bad (like, ridiculously bad) contact highs, which make me paranoid. I drove home from Projekt Rev going eighty on the freeway because the cops were going to get me, and unable to stop the car and call someone for a ride because I was not competent to drive on my own because they would kill me for being basically completely wacked out of my mind. I seriously almost did not go in to work the next day because I was still slightly paranoid.

The worst part is that I'm completely a lightweight, and I'm not sure if that's a function of the fact that most drugs, whether OTC or regulated or what, have an odd reaction for me, or something else, but it literally can take just the scent of pot from people sitting close enough that I can smell it to set me off. So, yanno, when people were smoking inside the Exhibition Hall, as well as outside, not so good. For me, at least. And I don't like being that paranoid, so it seemed that the better part of salvaging the event was to leave before I was certain that there were cops under my car, waiting for me.