Post by luke on Jul 5, 2006 18:52:22 GMT -5
So I visit my homeboy who moved to the Denver area. Left Thursday and we just got back yesterday. Drank tons of delicious microwbrews and partied my ass off.
Saturday night we went to Red Rocks. String Cheese Incident was playing, and while I'm not overly into that sorta hippie stuff, I do love going up in the mountains and doing drugs with close friends. Wasn't about to spend the money to actually go into the venue, though.
Thing is, you can just climb up the mountains surrounding it, get a pretty full view of the show, and no one bothers you.
So the plan was to go there, get some shrooms, climb up in the mountains, drink a ton of beer, hang out, and listen to some hippie bands play for free.
We found some shrooms pretty quick, and I went ahead and got a hit of acid from this dude, too. Hiking up rocks and hills is fun as shit when you're tripping, but I simply cannot imagine why people do this when they're not on drugs. What a miserable form of excercise!
So we get up there and start tripping. Run into plenty of random people, from 311 fans on ecstacy climbing up in their white K-Swiss to, well, a bunch of fucking hippies.
We smoked up with the 311 kids, it was pretty cool. People are a lot nicer up there than they are in the South. 311 fans down here are complete obnoxious douchebags, but these kids were okay. In the South, everyone is polite but nobody is nice. Up there, everyone is nice although some manners get run through because, let's face it, they're kinda obsolete.
Ended up tripping pretty goddamn hard. Acid snuck up on me like it always does, making me think the trip was over and then sending in the big guns. I kept having severe displacement dealing with time, seeing all kinds of skulls and shit in the mountains, and hearing tons of voices. A lesser dude would have had a horrible trip, but I'm pretty good at rolling with things and never letting the drugs take charge more than they need to, so I had a pretty good time.
When we were still tripping pretty hard but things weren't in full swing, my friend goes, "Man, I wish we had some coke. That would taste delicious!"
Then, get this, we look over a little ways down the mountain and we see some guy with a headlight on chopping up lines. I was tripping so hard I thought I'd actually willed these kids and their coke into existence.
So my friend yells down, "You guys in the mood to part ways with some of that?" or something, and they signal us down.
We threw up some cash and are snorting these beautiful lines. I dunno if it was the hallucinogens, the mountain air, the coke itself, or a combination thereof, but it tasted so fucking good in my nose. We kept doing line after line and then some other hippie came down with this superskunk weed and we're all smoking that, too. So I'm sitting here, seeing all kinds of shit, my body full of booze, mushrooms, acid, weed, and coke, just completely loving it.
Everyone kept having these conversations that were going in nine different directions. Basically everyone talking to themselves and occasionally saying, "What the fuck is he talking about?" when someone would go off on something particularly ridiculous. Like some kid from Oregon who kept ranting about his friends in New Orleans and how he's worried about them, and some kids talking about drugs, some guy trying to find a lighter, some kid named Omelet with a headlight on, chopping up the coke and trying to talk to me, and some kids talking about music, and whatever else. Just a bundle of really fucked up kids having the most random conversations all over the place, none of them connecting with each other. And tons of live hippie music blaring out across the mountain.
Think the coke cleared up my buddy's head enough to let him coast through Denver uneventfully. Was a really, really dumb thing to do, and we'd have gladly gotten a cab, but some hippie told us that they tow. Oops.
We made it down the mountain pretty uneventfully. We had that guy with the jar of skunkweed following us for some fucking reason, I have no clue. It was pretty random.
Went back to my buddy's apartment, tripped balls and listened to three Broken Social Scene albums.
Here's some pics of the venue and the rocks. All my pics of the night skyline- where you could see the venue, Denver, mountains, all sorts of shit all lit up- came out like ass because I was too wasted to change my camera settings. But here's some from the daylight up to the dusk.
Me and my friend Ben who I went to visit. Yeah, that leg thing is meant to look stupid...
Weekend hippies
We stopped to stare at this tree for awhile. Really tripping at this point. My camera is full of pictures I took six or seven times because everything kept changing shape to my eyes.
The venue is inbetween these two rocks, hence the name "Red Rocks."
Off to my right...
Once a shoegazer...
The guy I rode up there with. Had never done shrooms. He was pretty hysterical.
Drugs were really setting in here, so I took this pic to make sure I didn't look at apeshit as in that now-famous Bonnaroo picture.
Last pic good pic I got that night. Have a few of the venue at night and some of people, but I was too fucked to change the camera settings.
We went back the next day, ate tons of shrooms, but couldn't trip again because we'd gotten so fucked the night before, so we left to eat sushi. Started tripping there, though. Mushrooms and sake really do go great together.
Anyway, a couple pics before we left...
Clearer shot of the venue.
This poor arsehole didn't get to have ANY fun...
Saturday night we went to Red Rocks. String Cheese Incident was playing, and while I'm not overly into that sorta hippie stuff, I do love going up in the mountains and doing drugs with close friends. Wasn't about to spend the money to actually go into the venue, though.
Thing is, you can just climb up the mountains surrounding it, get a pretty full view of the show, and no one bothers you.
So the plan was to go there, get some shrooms, climb up in the mountains, drink a ton of beer, hang out, and listen to some hippie bands play for free.
We found some shrooms pretty quick, and I went ahead and got a hit of acid from this dude, too. Hiking up rocks and hills is fun as shit when you're tripping, but I simply cannot imagine why people do this when they're not on drugs. What a miserable form of excercise!
So we get up there and start tripping. Run into plenty of random people, from 311 fans on ecstacy climbing up in their white K-Swiss to, well, a bunch of fucking hippies.
We smoked up with the 311 kids, it was pretty cool. People are a lot nicer up there than they are in the South. 311 fans down here are complete obnoxious douchebags, but these kids were okay. In the South, everyone is polite but nobody is nice. Up there, everyone is nice although some manners get run through because, let's face it, they're kinda obsolete.
Ended up tripping pretty goddamn hard. Acid snuck up on me like it always does, making me think the trip was over and then sending in the big guns. I kept having severe displacement dealing with time, seeing all kinds of skulls and shit in the mountains, and hearing tons of voices. A lesser dude would have had a horrible trip, but I'm pretty good at rolling with things and never letting the drugs take charge more than they need to, so I had a pretty good time.
When we were still tripping pretty hard but things weren't in full swing, my friend goes, "Man, I wish we had some coke. That would taste delicious!"
Then, get this, we look over a little ways down the mountain and we see some guy with a headlight on chopping up lines. I was tripping so hard I thought I'd actually willed these kids and their coke into existence.
So my friend yells down, "You guys in the mood to part ways with some of that?" or something, and they signal us down.
We threw up some cash and are snorting these beautiful lines. I dunno if it was the hallucinogens, the mountain air, the coke itself, or a combination thereof, but it tasted so fucking good in my nose. We kept doing line after line and then some other hippie came down with this superskunk weed and we're all smoking that, too. So I'm sitting here, seeing all kinds of shit, my body full of booze, mushrooms, acid, weed, and coke, just completely loving it.
Everyone kept having these conversations that were going in nine different directions. Basically everyone talking to themselves and occasionally saying, "What the fuck is he talking about?" when someone would go off on something particularly ridiculous. Like some kid from Oregon who kept ranting about his friends in New Orleans and how he's worried about them, and some kids talking about drugs, some guy trying to find a lighter, some kid named Omelet with a headlight on, chopping up the coke and trying to talk to me, and some kids talking about music, and whatever else. Just a bundle of really fucked up kids having the most random conversations all over the place, none of them connecting with each other. And tons of live hippie music blaring out across the mountain.
Think the coke cleared up my buddy's head enough to let him coast through Denver uneventfully. Was a really, really dumb thing to do, and we'd have gladly gotten a cab, but some hippie told us that they tow. Oops.
We made it down the mountain pretty uneventfully. We had that guy with the jar of skunkweed following us for some fucking reason, I have no clue. It was pretty random.
Went back to my buddy's apartment, tripped balls and listened to three Broken Social Scene albums.
Here's some pics of the venue and the rocks. All my pics of the night skyline- where you could see the venue, Denver, mountains, all sorts of shit all lit up- came out like ass because I was too wasted to change my camera settings. But here's some from the daylight up to the dusk.
Me and my friend Ben who I went to visit. Yeah, that leg thing is meant to look stupid...
Weekend hippies
We stopped to stare at this tree for awhile. Really tripping at this point. My camera is full of pictures I took six or seven times because everything kept changing shape to my eyes.
The venue is inbetween these two rocks, hence the name "Red Rocks."
Off to my right...
Once a shoegazer...
The guy I rode up there with. Had never done shrooms. He was pretty hysterical.
Drugs were really setting in here, so I took this pic to make sure I didn't look at apeshit as in that now-famous Bonnaroo picture.
Last pic good pic I got that night. Have a few of the venue at night and some of people, but I was too fucked to change the camera settings.
We went back the next day, ate tons of shrooms, but couldn't trip again because we'd gotten so fucked the night before, so we left to eat sushi. Started tripping there, though. Mushrooms and sake really do go great together.
Anyway, a couple pics before we left...
Clearer shot of the venue.
This poor arsehole didn't get to have ANY fun...
