Do you know who Howard Zen is?
Well last night was an experience.
I met up with some friends from my music class and we took off to this house over off "high road." (no significance, I just thought that was funny) anyway.
I was immediately welcomed by an oversized poster of Bob Dylan appearing too large to fit the wall- size for the room. I took a quick look around, not too quick to judge, and noticed posters of the Unicorns and The Velvet Underground mounted on the walls to cover the musty stains and pressure cracks.
The furniture reminded me of those vintage originals that got auctioned-off for a cheap price after the hippies left California and moved back to into reality. The motif of the room was this old, vintage style red record player on the coffee table that everyone seemed to huddle around, as if it were the center of gravity and we were all getting sucked in.
I was unsure of what to expect and didn't have any idea what constitutes FUN at a "hippie party".... but I guess I had no choice but to find out.
A girl (with probably the best looking dreads I've ever seen in my life) hands me a bowl and a sheet of paper (I don't know what to think at this point) and says to think of three names.. write them down... stick em in... because we are going to play Celebrity Sharades.
Haha, just give me a fork so I can stab myself in the eye. After that point, I felt dumb for being so nervous.
The whole rest of the night consisted of listening to bands like Against Me! and musicians like Bob Seger, conversing to people talk about orgs such as CrimeThnc, etc, and playing Celebrity Sharades with celebs I've never even heard of in my life.
I mean come on does anyone really know who the hell Howard Zen is? or... better yet could you really think of Eddie Brock right off the top of your head??
The better part of this whole experience was the fact that I actually interacted with welcoming, not-so-horny, fun people in Tallahassee.
Imagine that?
So as I returned "home", my friends and I walked across the landis green only to see every resident from our entire hall outside.. swimming in the fountain. They bought a tarpe a.k.a. slip-n-slide and loaded the water with suds. Although I was fully clothed and fully sober, I took a dive on the slip-n-slide and mingled with some of my friends I could faintly recognize in the dark. I spotted this one kid right in the middle of everyone, talking to no one, standing alone, eating a bag of cookies. He was very stoned and very lost. He was not my friend. but he was funny. hahaha.
Well got back to the room, finally at 4 a.m. and called it a night. Whew.
until next time...
I met up with some friends from my music class and we took off to this house over off "high road." (no significance, I just thought that was funny) anyway.
I was immediately welcomed by an oversized poster of Bob Dylan appearing too large to fit the wall- size for the room. I took a quick look around, not too quick to judge, and noticed posters of the Unicorns and The Velvet Underground mounted on the walls to cover the musty stains and pressure cracks.
The furniture reminded me of those vintage originals that got auctioned-off for a cheap price after the hippies left California and moved back to into reality. The motif of the room was this old, vintage style red record player on the coffee table that everyone seemed to huddle around, as if it were the center of gravity and we were all getting sucked in.
I was unsure of what to expect and didn't have any idea what constitutes FUN at a "hippie party".... but I guess I had no choice but to find out.
A girl (with probably the best looking dreads I've ever seen in my life) hands me a bowl and a sheet of paper (I don't know what to think at this point) and says to think of three names.. write them down... stick em in... because we are going to play Celebrity Sharades.
Haha, just give me a fork so I can stab myself in the eye. After that point, I felt dumb for being so nervous.
The whole rest of the night consisted of listening to bands like Against Me! and musicians like Bob Seger, conversing to people talk about orgs such as CrimeThnc, etc, and playing Celebrity Sharades with celebs I've never even heard of in my life.
I mean come on does anyone really know who the hell Howard Zen is? or... better yet could you really think of Eddie Brock right off the top of your head??
The better part of this whole experience was the fact that I actually interacted with welcoming, not-so-horny, fun people in Tallahassee.
Imagine that?
So as I returned "home", my friends and I walked across the landis green only to see every resident from our entire hall outside.. swimming in the fountain. They bought a tarpe a.k.a. slip-n-slide and loaded the water with suds. Although I was fully clothed and fully sober, I took a dive on the slip-n-slide and mingled with some of my friends I could faintly recognize in the dark. I spotted this one kid right in the middle of everyone, talking to no one, standing alone, eating a bag of cookies. He was very stoned and very lost. He was not my friend. but he was funny. hahaha.
Well got back to the room, finally at 4 a.m. and called it a night. Whew.
until next time...