Next Morning

Okay so Tool was just one of the many bands that were playing that day. Among the other bands to rock the house, Weezer, Bif Naked, The Tea Party, Project Whyze and a few other god-awful hunks of shit (Our Lady Peace)..

That morning, we arose to headaches, stiff muscles, shattered egos, and a liquid breakfast. Nothing like a Screwdriver to get you going in the morning. We hopped in our car, hid our weed in convenient places on our bodies and off we went.

That morning it had rained, and rained hard. The sky looked like it would open up on us at any moment, so headed to Wal-Mart to purchase garbage bags as a cheap alternative to rain jackets. Would you know it but over a hundred people were fighting over waterproof objects at the Wal-Mart. Yes, fellow concertgoers. Double J wasted $60 on a rain jacket. We spent $2.50 on 50 glad garbage bags. Well of course we made fun of him… the whole day. I guess it didn’t help things when it didn’t rain at all. As we stood in the endless line, awaiting our entrance to the music extravaganza, some girls mistook Double J’s raincoat price take as a VIP pass. Well sure we chatted the girls up a bit and acted like we were hot stuff with VIP passes. One good thing that this rainjacket brought to us…Well until Double J told them it wasn’t a VIP pass. They left right after that.

We were frisked from head to toe by security and I will tell you, not the toughest guy in the world will frisk your junk. So yeah, that’s where I had my weed. No problems, on we went.

Party on Wayne

We were at the club, we scanned the room, scanned all the young hotties shaking their stuff. We started with a beer, a smoke and all the charisma we could spare. We were on the prowl. Now I am the first one to note, I don’t remember much about that night. I remember the early hours, the early run, tripping out on X and dancing to “Suck on my Lollypop by the DJ Alligator project. I remember the flashing lights, the feeling completeness thanks to the buzz and hitting on the tasty pieces of tail that clogged the dance floor. I do recall going up to the DJ booth that stood about 50 meters above the dance floor.

I guess I blacked out after that. I guess I had a great time. When I finally came out of my dace, some guy was throwing plastic shot glasses at me. I guess I was half passed out in a booth with Dr. Jones and Samitch. I guess I was half passed out. Fuck, what did I care? I sobered up, had a few more beers as we waited for Double J to return from his journey. I had two numbers in my pocket. Tracey and Amy. Who were these girls? I had no idea. I guess it’s safe to say that you don’t want to take the chance. The beauty could be a whale for all I know.

Finally we staggered home. Double J, Dr. Jones, Samitch, Double J’s sister, the freaky hot chick that looked like Bif Naked, and myself. We slept on a hard floor with no pillows or blankets. A fat joint sent us all to sleep. Tomorrow, we would see Tool in concert