Ok, so I got 4 tickets for the Pete Hook show, 2 for us and two for this kid I know, this 21 year old, who's got the massive hookups. His friend that was supposed to come with us couldn't make it, so he's like, 'can we give the ticket to my old highschool buddy? It's his birthday sunday'

so, like I give a rats ass, the ticket's paid for and this guy got us like 2 grams of ching for the weekend, so I gave him one of our 3 pills, and we went to the club.

His friend pulls up, greets us, and I told my friend 'dude, not to be a dick, but this guy's no one to me, so he get's no yayo, don't mention it'

so we go into the bathroom, to take a leak, all three guys, and this new guy, Matt, goes 'hey, what was that chicks name again?' and I go, 'That chick, you mean my wife? Her name's Mia' and this kid, who turns 22 on sunday, goes 'I know her brother!' and I say, 'dude, her brother is a millionaire ad executive, how the hell do you know him?' and he's like, 'Dude, he's my brotherin law' and I was like, floored.

turns out this kid is my wife's sister-in-laws brother. last time I saw him was 10 years ago, when he was 12, in Minnesota, at christmas dinner at his moms house.

So, I was coming up hard, and had like a quarter gram of ching up my snout at that point, and Mia was fucking floored. Family fucking reunion at Pete Hook. Talked for a couple hours, turns out he grows pot on an industrial basis, and doesn't talk to his family really anymore.

Pete Hook was ok, for how little we saw.

You couldn't make something like that up!

Unless he's still under the influence.

Life sure is weird... What a weird evening all around. It's a small world.

Talk about feeling ancient. I used to change that kid Matt's diapers (and don't think I let him get away last night without reminding him) :P It was really good to see him, though. He's a funny young man. The world keeps getting smaller and smaller. But the whole thing weirded us out - especially me. My husband and I don't go out every weekend, and we hardly ever go clubbing these days. It just so happens the one time we do, something like this happens. Must be the planets out of alignment, or something.

Oh how I miss going out. Half of going to a show for me is the people watching and talking at random to people who seem nice enough. I struck up a good conversation with this kid who brought along some very rare 7" and a promo copy of a New Order record and he wanted to get signed for him and his sister (who couldn't make it to the show). And stash/kill represented our boys by wearing his we Are The Night shirt which tripped out one curiously drunk patron who kept exclaiming "but that's not a real constellation on your shirt, dude!!" To which stash replied, "It is when you're on mushrooms."

Anyway, I wish Pete Hook hadn't gone on so late. Since it's the holiday weekend, cops were swarming the streets and we wanted to get home before all the drunks got on the road. What we did see of his set was really fun (just like Ryno described in the bullshit thread) and I wish we could've stayed. He started the gig with this tune that had a sample that said "Hacienda" over and over. I need to have this tune. Good for putting those hands in the air and wiggling them like you just don't care. He threw in some Depeche Mode as well. Peter Hook busted some moves up there at the decks. He was really into it which was good!

I hope that nice kid I met with the records got to get them signed!

Haha that's awesome. It truly is amazing how stuff like this happens. Good people find good people.

haha, sweet deal.

'stash, you really need to get up here. Ching by the boatload, just a phonecall away. As much as I can cart away... Come up here to the Snowy (in more ways than one often) Tijuana! :)

dude, if I did that, we'd do something stupid like buy an ounce or something then drive to Alaska for some reason that we wouldn't be able to remember by day 3 or so.

::I HEART STASH AND WHIRLS!!!::

You guys rock, and I love to hear about your escapades. That sounds like quite a crazy night--man this weekend was so full of intention for myself and those around me. :)

Since you mention it... we actually tried to buy an o for personals at like 5 AM a few months back. We'd popped caps and went to see strippers and far, far later in the night wanted to rip. Since we couldn't score any small, reasonable amounts, we tried buying an ounce.

We found the ounce but he wouldn't sell to us because he knew we would regret it and he didn't want to get out of bed. And we were far, far too drunk to exercise any judgement.

:)

(We scored at 4 AM and again at 7 AM on Sunday... The girls started making phone calls without me knowing it... heh)