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Red,White, and Boom on LSD and blue chew.
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I went to Red, White, and Boom on LSD in '96, I think.

Me and my buddy dosed on the east side, then drove to some friends' place off Neil and Third. We were chilling in the attic of their house, pulling tubes, and I remember sitting sideways in the hammock they had hanging up there, looking at the clouds out of the skylight, which were incredible.

I'm pretty sure we ate some shrooms. I don't remember actually eating them, but I remember throwing up, and shrooms always made me puke.

So we left there and went across the street to Culpepper's to get cigs and a 12-pack of Honey Brown, because beer selection was so great in the 90s.

We drank the entire 12-pack while we walked to City Center to meet these chicks, and where seemingly one million other people had also decided was a good place to meet their friends. So we waited for an eternity, which in actuality was maybe five minutes tops. It's hard to stay put when every fiber of your being is shouting "GET OUT OF THERE!"

So we decided fuck it, we will meet the chicks later, and we noped the hell out of there.

We finally made it down to the riverfront, and the crush of people was still insane, and somehow, we scrambled out onto the rocks in front of the Santa Maria.

So the show starts, and we're sitting on these rocks in the middle of the river, and everything is blowing up directly overhead. This was by far the most sensory overload I have ever experienced. Words cannot describe.

EVERY light for the rest of the night looked like the grand finale. Stoplights, streetlights, taillights, headlights, breaklights, turn signals, reflectors, all exploded into fireworks of their own.

On the way back up to the hippie house in Victorian Village, we were stopped by two cops who shined their lights in our eyes. The beams of those flashlights looked like the entire fireworks show in one amazing, terrifying second. One said, "they're straight," and told us to be safe.

We then giggled our way back to the house, breaking into fits of laughter whenever one of us would say, "they're straight," but the friends weren't back there yet, so we walked back over to Culpepper's and bought two 30-packs of Bush Light, because, well because. We got more cigs too, because you can go through about four packs when you're tripping your balls off.

We drove, very slowly, through the fireworks of lights back to the East side, and met up with the chicks that we'd ditched earlier. They weren't even pissed. They said they didn't even wait five minutes.

So we all chilled in the dark and pulled tubes and drank a million Bush Lights.

5/7 perfection. Would do again.

Edits: fixed some typos.
 
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lvbuckeye said:
I went to Red, White, and Boom on LSD in '96, I think.

Me and my buddy dosed on the east side, then drove to some friends' place off Neil and Third. We were chilling in the attic of their house, pulling tubes, and I remember sitting sideways in the hammock they had hanging up there, looking at the clouds out of the skylight, which were incredible.

I'm pretty sure we ate some shrooms. I don't remember actually eating them, but I remember throwing up, and shrooms always made me puke.

So we left there and went across the street to Culpepper's to get cigs and a 12-pack of Honey Brown, because beer selection was so great in the 90s.

We drank the entire 12-pack while we walked to City Center to meet these chicks, and where seemingly one million other people had also decided was a good place to meet to meet their friends. So we waited for an eternity, which in actuality was maybe five minutes tops. It's hard to stay put when every fiber of your being is shouting "GET OUT OF THERE!"

So we decided fuck it, we will meet the chicks later, and we noped the hell out of there.

We finally made it down to the riverfront, and the crush of people was still insane, and somehow, we scrambled out onto the rocks in front of the Santa Maria.

So the show starts, and we're sitting on these rocks in the middle of the river, and everything is blowing up directly overhead. This was by far the most sensory overload I have ever experienced. Words cannot describe.

EVERY light for the rest of the night looked like the grand finale. Stoplights, streetlights, taillights, headlights, breaklights, turn signals, reflectors, all exploded into fireworks of their own.

On the way back up to the hippie house in Victorian Village, we were stopped by two cops who shined their lights in our eyes. The beams of those flashlights looked like the entire fireworks show in one amazing, terrifying second. One said, "they're straight," and told us to be safe.

We then giggled our way back to the house, breaking into fits over laughter whenever one of us would say, "they're straight," but the friends weren't back there yet, so we walked back over to Culpepper's and bought two 30-packs of Bush Light, because, well because. We got more cigs too, because you can go through about four packs when you're tripping your balls off.

We drove, very slowly, through the fireworks of lights back to the East side, and met up with the chicks that we'd ditched earlier. They weren't even pissed. They said they didn't even wait five minutes.

So we all chilled in the dark and pulled tubes and drank a million Bush Lights.

5/7 perfection. Would do again.
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Would do again? Does this guy know how to party or what?

I think you and I have had parallel lives.
Edit: I miss the 90s.
 
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lvbuckeye said:
I went to Red, White, and Boom on LSD in '96, I think.

Me and my buddy dosed on the east side, then drove to some friends' place off Neil and Third. We were chilling in the attic of their house, pulling tubes, and I remember sitting sideways in the hammock they had hanging up there, looking at the clouds out of the skylight, which were incredible.

I'm pretty sure we ate some shrooms. I don't remember actually eating them, but I remember throwing up, and shrooms always made me puke.

So we left there and went across the street to Culpepper's to get cigs and a 12-pack of Honey Brown, because beer selection was so great in the 90s.

We drank the entire 12-pack while we walked to City Center to meet these chicks, and where seemingly one million other people had also decided was a good place to meet their friends. So we waited for an eternity, which in actuality was maybe five minutes tops. It's hard to stay put when every fiber of your being is shouting "GET OUT OF THERE!"

So we decided fuck it, we will meet the chicks later, and we noped the hell out of there.

We finally made it down to the riverfront, and the crush of people was still insane, and somehow, we scrambled out onto the rocks in front of the Santa Maria.

So the show starts, and we're sitting on these rocks in the middle of the river, and everything is blowing up directly overhead. This was by far the most sensory overload I have ever experienced. Words cannot describe.

EVERY light for the rest of the night looked like the grand finale. Stoplights, streetlights, taillights, headlights, breaklights, turn signals, reflectors, all exploded into fireworks of their own.

On the way back up to the hippie house in Victorian Village, we were stopped by two cops who shined their lights in our eyes. The beams of those flashlights looked like the entire fireworks show in one amazing, terrifying second. One said, "they're straight," and told us to be safe.

We then giggled our way back to the house, breaking into fits of laughter whenever one of us would say, "they're straight," but the friends weren't back there yet, so we walked back over to Culpepper's and bought two 30-packs of Bush Light, because, well because. We got more cigs too, because you can go through about four packs when you're tripping your balls off.

We drove, very slowly, through the fireworks of lights back to the East side, and met up with the chicks that we'd ditched earlier. They weren't even pissed. They said they didn't even wait five minutes.

So we all chilled in the dark and pulled tubes and drank a million Bush Lights.

5/7 perfection. Would do again.

Edits: fixed some typos.
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Please tell me you were 14, and my life is complete.
 
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lvbuckeye said:
I went to Red, White, and Boom on LSD in '96, I think.

Me and my buddy dosed on the east side, then drove to some friends' place off Neil and Third. We were chilling in the attic of their house, pulling tubes, and I remember sitting sideways in the hammock they had hanging up there, looking at the clouds out of the skylight, which were incredible.

I'm pretty sure we ate some shrooms. I don't remember actually eating them, but I remember throwing up, and shrooms always made me puke.

So we left there and went across the street to Culpepper's to get cigs and a 12-pack of Honey Brown, because beer selection was so great in the 90s.

We drank the entire 12-pack while we walked to City Center to meet these chicks, and where seemingly one million other people had also decided was a good place to meet their friends. So we waited for an eternity, which in actuality was maybe five minutes tops. It's hard to stay put when every fiber of your being is shouting "GET OUT OF THERE!"

So we decided fuck it, we will meet the chicks later, and we noped the hell out of there.

We finally made it down to the riverfront, and the crush of people was still insane, and somehow, we scrambled out onto the rocks in front of the Santa Maria.

So the show starts, and we're sitting on these rocks in the middle of the river, and everything is blowing up directly overhead. This was by far the most sensory overload I have ever experienced. Words cannot describe.

EVERY light for the rest of the night looked like the grand finale. Stoplights, streetlights, taillights, headlights, breaklights, turn signals, reflectors, all exploded into fireworks of their own.

On the way back up to the hippie house in Victorian Village, we were stopped by two cops who shined their lights in our eyes. The beams of those flashlights looked like the entire fireworks show in one amazing, terrifying second. One said, "they're straight," and told us to be safe.

We then giggled our way back to the house, breaking into fits of laughter whenever one of us would say, "they're straight," but the friends weren't back there yet, so we walked back over to Culpepper's and bought two 30-packs of Bush Light, because, well because. We got more cigs too, because you can go through about four packs when you're tripping your balls off.

We drove, very slowly, through the fireworks of lights back to the East side, and met up with the chicks that we'd ditched earlier. They weren't even pissed. They said they didn't even wait five minutes.

So we all chilled in the dark and pulled tubes and drank a million Bush Lights.

5/7 perfection. Would do again.

Edits: fixed some typos.
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Same, but in ‘97. And Waldeck instead of Neil. Otherwise, totally same.
 
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lvbuckeye said:
I went to Red, White, and Boom on LSD in '96, I think.

Me and my buddy dosed on the east side, then drove to some friends' place off Neil and Third. We were chilling in the attic of their house, pulling tubes, and I remember sitting sideways in the hammock they had hanging up there, looking at the clouds out of the skylight, which were incredible.

I'm pretty sure we ate some shrooms. I don't remember actually eating them, but I remember throwing up, and shrooms always made me puke.

So we left there and went across the street to Culpepper's to get cigs and a 12-pack of Honey Brown, because beer selection was so great in the 90s.

We drank the entire 12-pack while we walked to City Center to meet these chicks, and where seemingly one million other people had also decided was a good place to meet their friends. So we waited for an eternity, which in actuality was maybe five minutes tops. It's hard to stay put when every fiber of your being is shouting "GET OUT OF THERE!"

So we decided fuck it, we will meet the chicks later, and we noped the hell out of there.

We finally made it down to the riverfront, and the crush of people was still insane, and somehow, we scrambled out onto the rocks in front of the Santa Maria.

So the show starts, and we're sitting on these rocks in the middle of the river, and everything is blowing up directly overhead. This was by far the most sensory overload I have ever experienced. Words cannot describe.

EVERY light for the rest of the night looked like the grand finale. Stoplights, streetlights, taillights, headlights, breaklights, turn signals, reflectors, all exploded into fireworks of their own.

On the way back up to the hippie house in Victorian Village, we were stopped by two cops who shined their lights in our eyes. The beams of those flashlights looked like the entire fireworks show in one amazing, terrifying second. One said, "they're straight," and told us to be safe.

We then giggled our way back to the house, breaking into fits of laughter whenever one of us would say, "they're straight," but the friends weren't back there yet, so we walked back over to Culpepper's and bought two 30-packs of Bush Light, because, well because. We got more cigs too, because you can go through about four packs when you're tripping your balls off.

We drove, very slowly, through the fireworks of lights back to the East side, and met up with the chicks that we'd ditched earlier. They weren't even pissed. They said they didn't even wait five minutes.

So we all chilled in the dark and pulled tubes and drank a million Bush Lights.

5/7 perfection. Would do again.

Edits: fixed some typos.
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Is pulling tubes code speak for jerking off?
 
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lvbuckeye said:
I went to Red, White, and Boom on LSD in '96, I think.

Me and my buddy dosed on the east side, then drove to some friends' place off Neil and Third. We were chilling in the attic of their house, pulling tubes, and I remember sitting sideways in the hammock they had hanging up there, looking at the clouds out of the skylight, which were incredible.

I'm pretty sure we ate some shrooms. I don't remember actually eating them, but I remember throwing up, and shrooms always made me puke.

So we left there and went across the street to Culpepper's to get cigs and a 12-pack of Honey Brown, because beer selection was so great in the 90s.

We drank the entire 12-pack while we walked to City Center to meet these chicks, and where seemingly one million other people had also decided was a good place to meet their friends. So we waited for an eternity, which in actuality was maybe five minutes tops. It's hard to stay put when every fiber of your being is shouting "GET OUT OF THERE!"

So we decided fuck it, we will meet the chicks later, and we noped the hell out of there.

We finally made it down to the riverfront, and the crush of people was still insane, and somehow, we scrambled out onto the rocks in front of the Santa Maria.

So the show starts, and we're sitting on these rocks in the middle of the river, and everything is blowing up directly overhead. This was by far the most sensory overload I have ever experienced. Words cannot describe.

EVERY light for the rest of the night looked like the grand finale. Stoplights, streetlights, taillights, headlights, breaklights, turn signals, reflectors, all exploded into fireworks of their own.

On the way back up to the hippie house in Victorian Village, we were stopped by two cops who shined their lights in our eyes. The beams of those flashlights looked like the entire fireworks show in one amazing, terrifying second. One said, "they're straight," and told us to be safe.

We then giggled our way back to the house, breaking into fits of laughter whenever one of us would say, "they're straight," but the friends weren't back there yet, so we walked back over to Culpepper's and bought two 30-packs of Bush Light, because, well because. We got more cigs too, because you can go through about four packs when you're tripping your balls off.

We drove, very slowly, through the fireworks of lights back to the East side, and met up with the chicks that we'd ditched earlier. They weren't even pissed. They said they didn't even wait five minutes.

So we all chilled in the dark and pulled tubes and drank a million Bush Lights.

5/7 perfection. Would do again.

Edits: fixed some typos.
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Reminds me of 1997-1999. Beastie Boys "Paul's Boutique" was always a good time.
 
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