Friday night, after discovering there was no Zim to be had, Stefan and I went to see Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's Stone. He seemed incredibly bored. I was incredibly entertained. That movie rocks my socks.
After the movie, it was ten o' clock and we had nowhere to go, so we drove through the parking lot, where a shopping cart was just sitting all by its lonesome in the middle of the road. Stefan got the brilliant idea to push it along with his car until it got up to a hurtling speed, and then brake and send it flying into things such as poles and sidewalks. Watching the cart go flying into the air and land on its side aroused my juvenile sense of humour and I demanded more of this sort of activity.
We went into the Target parking lot and did more Shopping Cart Wrangling, and left quickly after one of the carts we sent rolling slammed into the side of a Civic in which three people sat.
So we went back to my house and watched a bit of Adult Swim, and then decided to go to Fairfield, where we could obtain some good food. We found a Raley's parking lot there (and I saw Richard Sanchez, hooray!) where we set up some shopping carts in the middle of the road. Shopping Cart Wrangling is a fine art. After having successfully overturned all but three carts, we got a bit reckless. One cart ended up lodged on the hood of an Oldsmobile from Oregon, one ended up busting a tail-light of a Civic (these poor Civics!!) and one ended up smashing into the side of a motor-home, which may or may not have been inhabited.
We quickly left Fairfield after that. We went back to my house, watched more Adult Swim, and fell asleep.
The next morning, we woke up, tortured Eli, and watched a very amusing movie called "Diamonds". It has Kirk Douglas in it. And Dan Aykroyd's receding hairline. I highly recommend it. Then we went to Party America to pick up some glow sticks, and then he watched Pulp Fiction while I prepared for the rave. Lindsay then came and picked me up, and we said bye. We have so much fun. Like little kids.
Last night was a rave. I wore purple lipstick.
It was called Vurt2 and it was in Sacramento. The DJ's SUCKED... absolutely horrible and monotonous, not like the good I've seen before. The venue was cool, it was three floors, and in the basement instead of raver music, some local bands had come and were playing. One in particular, X Chromosome, was familiar, having played at the Armory in Benicia before. The people were rude and spaced out. The worst party I have ever been to in my life. I got some nice kandy and everyone said they liked my hair, but overall it wasn't a pleasant experience. After having to wait outside in line for an hour and a half after it was supposed to have started, we got inside, and about an hour into it, I got sick, as I always have seemed to do whenever I rave.
I went with Bobby Wasabi, Lindsay and Dustin, one of Bobby's friends. While we were sitting down applying glow-in-the-dark lipstick, Bobby came across a glow worm, which he didn't want so I quickly stuffed into my backpack, claiming it as my own. Those things are lovely and cuddly and fucking adorable. Every time I or anyone else jarred my pack, it lit up, telling of my treasure.
I separated myself from Bobby and Lindsay for most of the night, and that's when I got sick. I sat down next to one of the outside doors and let the bass rattle my bones and the cool air blow on my face. I sat with my knees pushed up to my chest and breathed deeply, but no matter how deeply I breathed, it seemed as if I couldn't get the soiled air out or the good air in.
I got sick because I felt guilty. Because I did something that I shouldn't have, and that is irreversible.
While I was sitting against the wall trying to heal myself a sweet girl wearing lots of kandy gave me a star sticker and I wore it proudly, it made me feel a bit better, but gave me an uneasy feeling because I, being the paranoid idiot that I am, thought it might have acid on it.
I figured that if it did, I should just let it take me.
After I received the star sticker which glowed quite wonderfully, this big guy comes and sits down next to me.
I have to warn you, the following tale is not very PLUR of me at all.
The big guy was named John, and he was from Poland. It was his first party in America.
"Why are you sitting by yourself?" he asked me.
"Because I need to relax." I said. I wanted to scream at him to leave me alone, to let me breathe, I couldn't breathe, but the words wouldn't come. I already felt bad enough as it was.
"Oh, ok. I will relax with you," he said.
"Are you rolling?" I asked.
"No, I'm just really drunk!" He said excitedly. "How old are you?"
"Seventeen," I said loudly, hoping my youth would frighten him away.
"Does your mom let you go to these things?" He asked.
"Yes." I said dismally, realising my plan had failed.
"Do you live in Sacramento?" He asked.
"No," I said. "Vallejo."
"Oh! I know where that is!" He said, grinning. "Highway 80 San Francisco, WEST! When you coming to Sacramento again?"
"After tonight, I don't think I'm ever leaving my house again." I told him.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I feel like I am going to puke my guts out all over this floor."
"Want to go outside?" He asked.
"No. Don't make me walk, don't make me talk, I feel sick, I am going to puke all over the place."
"You're going to puke?"
"Yes." I said, feeling as sick as ever.
"Why?" He asked.
"Because I feel guilty and I haven't taken my medication. And since I haven't eaten, I will probably just be throwing up bile. Do you know what that's like? It's the worst smell you can imagine, and it makes your nose and throat burn. Don't make me talk, I will puke."
He laughs. "Are you sure you don't want to go outside."
"If I walk, I will puke."
"I am thirsty," he says. "Where can I get water?" The whole time he is talking to me, he keeps patting my leg. I want to scream in his face to get his hands off me, the heat is making me sick. I can't find the strength.
"Go upstairs." I tell him. "There's a bar up there selling water and energy drinks."
"Are you sure you want me to leave you here? Will you be ok?"
"Yes, I need to be alone."
"Ok," he says, and hugs me. "Bye." He scampers off. I sit and stare angrily at the shadows dancing on the wall. With ravers, I can never tell good intention from perversion.
I guess I'm not really a raver. C'est la vie, it was not meant to be.
Lindsay found me later dancing by myself under the stairs, where I was happy, and she informed me that we were leaving. It was one twenty one. I was fine with that.
I said hi to some ravers in the parking lot, and Lindsay said, "Katie, you shouldn't do that, that's bad." Her implications were that I was hitting on them.
"I wasn't saying hi like that." I told her. Because I wasn't.
"It sure sounded like you were," Bobby said.
"I'll kill you," I told him. "I'll put your intestines in that tree over there. They will be like ornaments. I am sure they are all different colours."
I then picked up a stick and started talking like an old man.
"My name is John, also, Matt." I said. I started babbling about random things and Bobby and Lindsay laughed all the way to Denny's. I randomly banged my stick against the window. I talked about Jesus. Denny's was closed due to a power outage, so we got food at Shell, and I could barely walk. I was weak in the knees with nausea. I wouldn't have had any money if I hadn't sold my glow sticks to a guy who was pedaling E earlier in the evening.
On the way back to Bobby's, we passed a red neon sign that said, "Alex, Friend".
"John also Matt Alex Friend!" I exclaimed. I kept calling myself John Also Matt and talking in the third person.
"Are you on drugs?" Lindsay asked me.
At Bobby's I drank some chocolate milk and ate some jerky and my nausea settled down a bit. I was able to lay on the floor and breathe comfortably. I hugged my new glow worm friend and decided to name it John Also Matt Alex Friend. I would remain simply John Also Matt. I wasn't able to sleep, because I was too anxious. I am never gonna skip my medications again.
When Lindsay and I arrived at my house in the morning, my parents were already home. I felt a sinking feeling in my stomach. Had I destroyed all the evidence that Stefan had slept over?
Apparently so. I got in and my mom hugged me.
"I was worried." She said. "I thought you'd be home earlier."
"I'm here now," I said. And after Lindsay left, I went to sleep.