Forewarning: this is going to be jam packed with inside jokes. Please bear with me.
This week was so much fun. I wish there was a way to convey it all...but I don't know how. I'm going to try.
First of all, let me reiterate the fact that the driving was not bad at all. That was the easy part of the trip.
We drove to Kansas on Thursday (after I finished SCHOOL!!) and that took about a good twelve hours. We ate when we got in and talked (as though we hadn't just spent an entire car ride talking) for 3 hours and finally crashed. And Josh was a warrior on some spider's ass. It ruled.
On the 4th we (I) went swimming. Josh enjoyed sitting there and burning the tops of his feet. My family grilled out and tried to shoot off fireworks, but it was more like making black marks on the street. Not too exciting so Josh and I watched Red Dragon. It was, by far, the best of the 3 Silence of the Lambs movies. I loved it.
On Saturday we woke up at the crack of dawn and drove to Denver. In Denver we ate and walked around Old Town for a while. We also went and laid at the lake that J (I'm getting tired of typing out J-O-S-H.) found. (I only mention his finding this because he was extremely excited that he found it.) From there we headed over to the venue and sat outside the porn shop and watched ditry bastards walk in and out. I think I was the object of many fantasies. I felt dirty.
(I'm anti-Mitch.)
The N* show was so good that night. It was so much better than the previous shows...I guess because of how many people were there. And I was very surprised at how much fun it was to watch the RX Bandits. And I found out I share my brithday with Chance. Or. He shares his with me. Whatever.
And I had some interesting conversations after the show. After the show...before the alcohol.
That night...all I can say is (and I mean all I can say.):
..."You pothead. I mean. I am a pothead. My brother is a pothead. >>Pause.<< My whole family are potheads." -J
...I will never eat at Perkins again. Ever.
...Clearly showers are not meant to be toliets. Clearly.
J and I got left hardcore style in Denver so we went to Ft. Collins and ate lunch and sat outside the restaurant for FOUR hours, talking. Eventually we went to the venue and walked and walked and walked. It was an adventure. Apparently Bood is all about some slurpies. Drinking them. Discussing them. Taking pictures with them. And he says I'm not a partier.
The show that night was good, too. It was a good one to be the last I'll see for a long time. But we left after N* because we just wanted to get to Boulder. And I wasn't too thrilled about the events from the night before...so. Off we went.
Boulder was a PARTY. The Lazy L was, quite possibly, the coolest motel ever.
"The building? Yes. The building is old." -little Asian man
'Whoever designed this room is a GENIUS!' -J
I loved it. We got some late night supper at Denny's and crashed. Sleeping never felt so good.
We spent all day Monday in Boulder. We ate and walked around Pearl Street and finally headed to the venue there and sat. And sat. And sat. We went to the greatest record shop. I wish I had a million dollars to spend in that place.
[He looked at me before I approached him. Scene point +1.] -J and mine's game.
Many boys were nice so J and I didn't have any trouble getting into the show. Moneen and BrandNew were really good. Senses Fail = Senses Fail and Beautiful Mistake was good but I kinda' zoned out. It was weird.
For some DUMB reason J and I left after that and went staright through to Kansas. It was terrible. First of all, we started off wrong and got lost.
(Looking down at the cities and lights.) "Rach. Thats where the WILD things are." -J
Then I almost passed out about 84 times. Sadly, I am not exaggerating. Oh. Yeah. And I got the speeding ticket from HELL. Oops.
(Looking at a car with no side mirror.)
"We could charge $10 bucks for that with our laser."
'$15 if it was moving.' -J and I talking about our laser beam company. Lack of sleep.
We somehow managed to make it to Kansas and fell asleep at noon. Josh slept for eighteen hours. I slept five and then hung out with my stepmom and ate until 10:30 and went back to bed until 6:30. Then we got to drive (I drove) 14 hours until I got home. On the way home, we got pulled over .a.g.a.i.n. for nothing and the trooper grilled us for five minutes about how we knew each other and if we had large sums of currency/drugs/alochol in the vehicle. And then he let us go. It was CRAZY.
I got lost on the way home and I had to take some back road to the interstate and even though it cost me an hour of my life, I don't care. The drive was so calming. I cried. Hard. I have too much on my mind.
Getting home and seeing my mom and Beth was nice. And yes, being on my computer was nice. And being in my room is nice.
But Colorado was an adventure. To say the very very least. One of the best times of my life.
I couldn't have done it without Josh. We had the best of times. I wish he lived closer. You guys have no idea how much fun te 2 of us had. And how the hell we managed to have so many conversations is beyond me. I heart you, Josh.
That would have made for a really cheesy ending.
I don't want to say a lot on this topic, but anyone who read Northstar's site knows that they cancelled their dates and all I can say is that I really hope everything works out and that it's alright. Hoping just doesn't seem like enough, though.
We are wanted in 48 states.