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picafreesita · 9 months ago

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We walked up the street to Julie's house. We get halfway when Wally tells us that it was the moment he separated from us.

Wally's house was red with a blue roof next to yellow windows, very striking.

"Good night, dear neighbors," he said.

"Good night, Wally," they both answered.

"Yes, good night," I answered later.

While Wally opened the door to enter I could see something in the windows moving. Something black, circular figures moving in the front windows. The most logical thing was to think that they were other residents who lived with the one with the pompadour, but even so, I could notice how they moved towards where I was going, it was like a direct look, they were watching me, that was clear.

Leaving Wally's house behind he had arrived at Julie and Sally's houses. One was pink and had a white roof with a flower theme; the other was multicolored with stage curtains adorning its entrance.

"Okay, I'm going to get my things and I'll reach them in a moment," Sally said, saying goodbye to her and running towards the colorful house.

"Okay," Julie said. It was just the two of us walking to the house full of flowers.

"Welcome to my home" She opened her door and entered first and then waited for me to do the same.

"thank you very much" I strolled until I could see everything inside

"Make yourself comfortable, I'm going to look for some pajamas for you." She took me to an armchair and then went to another room.

I looked everywhere in case I could find any clue of those beings that I could sometimes see like in the pink house, but I found nothing. It seemed like a safe place.

"It's like there but they aren't there," I murmured.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

There was a knock on the front door, I got up and opened the door, it was Sally in her pajamas.

-Hello! “I brought everything I needed for the sleepover,” she said, holding a bag. I stepped aside from her and let her pass, at that moment Julie came out of her room with her pajamas in hand.

"I think I found a perfect one for you," She said happily and greeted Sally.

"Very well, how about you take a bath while we put everything away?" she asked me "so you can relax."

"Oh, okay," I responded, Julie took my hand and guided me to the bathroom.

"If you need something, don't hesitate to ask"

She handed me the pajamas and closed the door, leaving me alone.

I looked around and it was a fairly equipped bathroom.

When I got out of the tub, I dried myself off and got dressed. It was a two-piece set with loose sleeves. I must admit that it helped me a lot and I felt better.

Upon returning to the living room I could see how they had made a pillow fort between the couches; the table was filled with snacks, board games, and makeup.

"Wow, that's a huge pillow fort," I commented.

There was everything, from the smallest cushion to the largest ones that made up the walls of the fort, colorful blankets created the ceiling, several of them tied with ribbons on sticks giving it a kind of castle feel.

"I know, isn't it incredible?" Julie commented, proud of her work.

I turn to look at myself

"I see that the pajamas fit you perfectly, you look phenomenal" She raised her thumb in approval.

"Now, as our first activity, what movie would you like to see?" Sally asked with her hands hidden behind her back.

"Oooohhh" Julie happily took a VHS tape from among the board games "Let's watch Adventures in Dreamland."

"I say let's see… Melody and her friends on a galactic tour!" She excitedly showed us the tape that she had hidden behind her back.

"Come on Sally, Jolly has to see "Adventures in Dreamland" I'm sure she'll love it," Julie said lovingly holding the movie.

"But we have already seen it many times, plus Melody has incredible songs and wonderful character development. She has to know about good cinema" Sally said.

At least 10 minutes, each one defended her film without wanting to give in at any point.

Sincerely, I didn't want to get into that fight, especially because I had no idea what kind of movies they were.

"Hey Sally, what if we see them at the same time? I have another television in the closet. This way we can both see what we want and Jolly will appreciate both stories"

"I don't think…" I said quietly.

"That's… A great and fantastic idea!" Sally exclaimed.

Both girls went to the closet to actually take out another television along with a VHS tape player. Inside the fort, dialogues came out mixed between strident songs, I tried to a certain extent to understand both plots while we ate popcorn and candy. When the credits rolled my brain was finally able to rest, it was a disaster.

"I do not understand. Why did the mermaid Lolly want the sailor Willy to eat the queen of Saturn's cookies so she could stop the evil producer Orion and save the children's dreams?" I asked

Both girls remained silent and then burst into laughter.

"You're quite funny," Julie said between laughs. "No, silly, you completely mixed up the stories."

"Although I must admit that it would be a pretty interesting story to produce, maybe I'll make a play something like that" Sally commented.

"We will have to see them again so you can understand them"

Before Julie took both controls I said:

"I think that was enough movies for me tonight"

"Okay, how about we make some cookies? Buy a tube of chocolate chip dough at Howdy's store" Sally suggested.

The three of us left the fort and headed to the kitchen, we opened the package to grab the dough and form small balls and then placed them on a waxed tray, and with that, they went straight to the oven. The cookies going to be ready in 25 minutes or at least that's what the instructions said.

"While the cookies are baking, why don't we put on our makeup and hair?" Julie proposed.

I had a bad feeling

"A makeover on the way!" The two shouted at the same time.

"Yay! This will be great" Julie quickly took out all the makeup she had and placed it on the table while Sally brought a stool next to her. I saw how both girls were putting on makeup, their faces were full of color.

"Wow" It was the only thing that came out of my mouth

"Very well, it's your turn" They took my shoulders and made me sit down.

"Wait a minute, I…" My plea was useless, Julie quickly began to put my makeup on. I put on a shadow of bright and intense color with a pink blush.

"You'll see, I'll make you more than beautiful" Between them, the two of them used different brushes to fill my face with every product they could put on me.

"Very well, we're done"

Before I could take a mirror and see what they had done to me, Julie snatched it from me and then said:

"Not yet, our hairstyles are missing. We have to make a brushing train"

"The cookies look like they're ready, I'm going to take them out of the oven like Poppy taught me," Sally said as she ran to the kitchen, on her way back she carried a bowl full of the freshly made and warm cookies in her hands.

The three of us stood in single file: Me at the beginning, Julie in the middle and Sally at the end. My hair was not as long as the blonde girl's, on the contrary, my blue hair only reached my shoulders. I could feel her putting barrettes, setting spray, and using the brush to style my hairstyle.

"Almost"

After a couple of minutes, Sally finished Julie's hair.

"Are you done yet?" I asked.

"I'm giving you the last details" she could be heard as she struggled.

"Very well, I´m done" She handed me the mirror

"Vuala, what do you think of your new look?"

"This is…emmm…how to say it…Extravagant" If my eyes were already big because of my expression I could make them double. I looked like a clown, everything was made up with exaggeration and the hairstyle did not help at all, it rose upwards making it look like an almond.

"Do you or do you not feel bonita?" Julie asked me

"...I feel bonita" I didn´t know if I wanted to laugh or cry

"Wonderful! Because you look bonita!"

The makeup and haircut of both girls are almost equally exaggerated. I really don´t hate this game it's just strange for me but is quite funny

After admiring Julie's work, this girl went to her room to take out a pile of clothes. She suggested that we do a fashion show, and so for at least an hour we tried on thousands of outfits while making funny poses. If it weren't for the fact that we are puppets, she would say that we are just girls who want to have fun.

After the parade there was a pillow fight that ended with thousands of feathers on the floor along with thousands of laughter from everyone. We collected what we could and placed them back inside the cushion.

"You know, I honestly don't remember the last time I had fun…thank you," she said with a sincere smile.

"It's okay but…What do you mean by "you don't remember the last time you had fun"? "What happened?" Julie asked, looking at me worried about what I said.

"Well…Before I got here…My friends and I were in serious danger"

Sitting in a circle while Sally held a lamp as our only source of light started storytime,

"How terrible…I guess you went through a lot of things"

"… yes, really...yeah," I said looking at the floor while I remembered every teacher I had ever encountered and the worst… the confrontation we had against Lesley… and Roy. Being immersed in my thoughts again I didn't realize that Julie was hugging me…

When was the last time you hugged me? Or…Have you ever hugged me?

"I'm very sorry to hear that, I can't imagine what you experienced. If you need something, anything. I'll be there"

"Thank you, Julie, trust me, I will be fine. My friends and I have been through a lot…many horrible things but together we have gotten through" I gave her a smile to reassure her as well as separate her from me.

"They may be idiots but I know that wherever they are as long as they stay together they are capable of surviving anything"

"If you say so but remember we will help you with anything, just tell us and we will be there" Sally commented

I smiled in a certain nostalgic way for some strange reason

-I repeat, thank you very much. When I leave tomorrow I will remember her words and if I am in trouble again I will know that there is a place where we will be welcomed with open arms… I am sure my friends would love this neighborhood-

-Please be very careful out there, promise-

-I promise-

Julie extended her arm and then just left her little finger in my direction waiting for a response from me. I kept thinking and an idea came to my mind, I did the same and intertwined my finger with hers.

"A promise is never broken," he commented.

I looked back at Sally and we did the same.

"Hey, tell me, what are your friends' names?"

The question took me by surprise.

"Emm…the truth is...I don't remember their names, in fact I think we have never really introduced ourselves. Now that I think about it, it's a bit strange since we've known each other for a long time."

"Yes, it's strange…but maybe it's something of fate, right?"

"What does that mean?"

"It sounds like they are very close, like a family, maybe that means that there is a reason behind them getting together even though they haven't introduced themselves"

"I never thought in that way" Thinking about everything I know about them made small laughs come out of me

"If we are a family, we are a really peculiar one. If you met them you would think we were completely different and how the hell did we end up together"

"Oh really? What are they like?" Sally asked.

"They are shy? Happy? Kind or rude?" Julie continued with the questions.

"One looks like a red mop that talks and looks indifferently, another is a kind of old duck with anger problems and the last… is like a kind of naive yellow pig"

Both girls were surprised at how I had described them.

"I know it seems very strange and that we hate each other but…somehow we work"

"Even if their friendship is a little strange, it just shows how much they care about each other. I'm glad to know that you guys have that kind of authentic friendship, you know that they can always trust you with their lives and that's a really good thing to have… at least, I think so" Julie concluded.

Her words really relieved my heart from the anguish I felt for them, this was reflected in my face, however something else was appearing at that moment, it was a kind of sadness but I don't know where it came from.

"Is there anything else that worries you?"

"It's not that, it's just that you remind me of something but I don't know what…something good or someone"

I frowned trying to remember

"I think I once had friends like you" In some way I'm glad to recognize that.

I have a lot to remember

With this and a few more jokes, it was time to sleep.

Our sleepover was over.

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certifiablyplatinum · 5 years ago

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Can you save my heavydirtysoul?(Please say you can.)Twenty One Pilots concert story, 10/22/19

As I had missed my GA Floor seat show in June at home in Cbus due to my woeful injury, I decided to buy tickets when the boyz announced their second leg and stop in Cincinnati. I mean, why not? Fangirling all over the place here. Of course, I was taking Jordan, as the summer of 2016 was the Blurryface summer and we played it out on our deck almost every night. I am secure in my vast music knowledge and boldly admit my love for Twenty One Pilots just as I do my more bizarre and obscure bands. Diversity is where it’s at, babies, ya like what ya like.

The brilliant blue October day arrived, and my preparations were made.

First, I chose a hotel north of Cinci. I had a work retreat on the south side of Columbus the next morning, so shaving off those ends saved me time.

Secondly, I told the wayward Jordan “Meet me at XXX South High Street with your bags packed at 3:30 pm.” (referring to the event space I needed to be at the day after the show.) Jordan: Huh? Where? Why? Me: Just meet me there.

Third, I called the event space to ensure I could leave a car parked there overnight.

Fourth, I packed an overnight bag with 17 different outfits. I am not sure why.

I left work and drove to the space I was to be at the next morning, and Jordy showed up VERY promptly. (Me texting her: It’s just past the bridge going over 71. Her reply: I have GPS.)

She tossed her bags in my car, locked her car up, and off we went together. She drove, as I needed to focus up with a call and verbal beatdown to A T & T and a little light bill paying. An hour and a half later we arrived at our Blu hotel in Blue Ash, freshened up, poured a Citron and G2, and called an Uber to US Bank Arena.

Our driver pulled up, we tossed our cardboard coffee cups in the trash, and hopped in. He looked back at us randomly asked, “Do you like country music?” I diplomatically and cheerfully answered, “I do if you do!” He seemed to doubt my sincerity, as he wordlessly handed me his phone. I chose a 90s alt-rock playlist and, well…. Pearl Jam’s Jeremy came on first. I believe this set the tone for the whole evening and led to my overall uninhibited abandon. Because here’s the deal—I have this thing where I have a primal need to sing Pearl Jam loudly and also in a PREEEEETY spot-on Eddie Vedder voice. I simply can’t not do it. So when I began to bellow along in my Eddie voice, Mohammed turned the radio up so loud that my ears were bleeding, as if to urge me along. Still, I sang on. (OOoooh my jaw left hurtin’, OOoohhh dropped wide open…)

Anyway, we got dropped off and headed to get food and drinks at the Holy Grail Tavern. Both Jordan and I couldn’t stop looking at our attractive server. It got so that we were laughing out loud when she whizzed past us because we (the server and me) were always accidentally locking eyes. I said, “Oh my God she’s going to think – who is this perv staring at me?” And Jordan said, “Well, *I* get to see her as she walks away and she has a great butt.” This led us to the conclusion that we couldn’t stop looking at her because we, as a species, are so used to ugly being the norm (“Have you BEEN to the BMV, Elaine?”) that we can’t stop looking at people who are attractive. We drink them in like a scarce hidden spring in a dusty desert. The server asked, “One check or two?” as soon as we finished our food and apparently I spoke loudly and with a bit of shock: “Well I am HAVING another drink!”

We chugged away and then around 7 we headed out the door. I was in a bit of a conundrum because I had already walked a great deal and I didn’t know what side of the stadium we were on, and I didn’t want to walk in circles for nothing, as BabyCalf and BionicTendon were a lil sore. Just then, (of course, because this is how things happen to witchy little me), a jolly man called from one lone open-air shuttle across the street: “Need a ride?” And how! Not only did we get a ride, we got the VIP drop off at the secret back elevator! Up we went, got scanned in, and found our kickass seats—basically 6 rows up from the floor.

Once we knew where our seats were, we went up to the stuffed and crammed hallway overflowing with yellow and camo-clad Cliquers, and made our way to a hallway bar cart. The windows behind the bar cart looked out to the open air terrace. We figured we would go out and get some fresh air rather than wait in our seats, and asked the bartender, “Can we have someone let us back in if we go out there?” She said “No, but you can keep walking around the corner and come back in the main entrance.” No problem! But was it? We soon found it was, as we wandered back up to the main entrance with our brazenly open containers and were told, “No re-entry!” by a shocked looking person who may as well have added, “You dumbasses!”

“BUT! BUT! She said we could come back in this way!” I eloquently burst forth.

The ‘who are these stupid people’ gate attendant said with some ‘tude: “Who. Is. ‘She’?”

“The bartender!” I pouted.

“You can’t have open containers either!” he parried again, noticing our drinks.

“Well what do we DO!?” I demanded, my Scarlett O’Hara inconvenience bubbling up.

He sighed and pointed. “That guy in the blazer is the manager. Go talk to him.”

Another witchy win: the plaza was empty except for the one, lone, blazered manager, talking to a cop! What are the chances he was right there? I strolled up, my drink still blatant AF, and explained our predicament.

“No re-entry,” he said.

“Oh my God! We were clearly here! We had to get in to even be here with a drink in our hand. She told us we could go out on the terrace and walk around to get back in!”

“Who is ‘she’? And no open containers.” he chided.

Amazingly, our damsel in distress act got us back in and the manager bellowed “Let ‘em through!” to all the ticket attendants, and we sailed on through, triumphant. “Comin through!” I waved my hands. Back to our seats we went!

MIsterwives opened up, and I get it, auburn-maned singer Mandy Lee has a wild falsetto that yips and yodels and leaps around, putting me in mind of Kate Bush’s vocal style. Their wavy, colorful set and lighting was bright and cheery with rainbow tones and pops of pinks and yellows. The highlight was their cover of Lizzo’s “Truth Hurts”. Ballsy move! They bopped, boogied and bounced with great gusto all over the stage and when they finished with a rollicking “Our Own House” with its zesty horn riffs, the crowd was getting into it. (Jordan and I happened to be sitting in the “Family Section” and felt chastened by the uncertain-faced teens at their first show, not quite sure how to let loose, and their basic and somewhat resigned parents – neither of which group had a drink in their hands. Jordan made several trips up and back, soaking these poor people with vodka as she sloshed her way back to her seat.)

FINALLY – the main event! The arena seethed with anticipation when the curtain billowed back and forth, sooo close to unveiling the set and stage. Finally, in a burst of red lasers and flames, Josh and Tyler appeared on the scene and ripped right into Jumpsuit, performed as a car on fire burned behind them. JUMPSUIT! JUMPSUIT! COVER ME! He screamed at the close, as we all did.

Visually, the evening was a treat for the senses. Kaledoscopic shifting colors and shapes, lasers, catwalks, a B Stage…. Costume changes and bridges, Josh Dun and his abs on full display, Tyler with his various hats and costumes and instruments, a glittering swath of twinkling lights for the gentle “Neon Gravestones” shining like stars caught in a net: The production of this tour was top-notch and stunning, allowing for a visual orgy to accompany the talent of the hometown boys. I stumbled across a line that I think puts it perfectly:

“This wasn’t a band rocking out, despite how hard Dun plays the drums. This was a post-apocalyptic rapper-hero performing songs with his drummer-sidekick nearby, in the midst of lasers and explosions.” They really do have a kind of anime’, lone-wolf kind of renegade vibe going, especially with the way their albums tend to run with storylines: The Blurryface character, and now the bishops and mysterious DEMA of Trench.

Their setlist was packed full of the goodies…. Stressed Out (“what’s my name?” Tyler would chant rhythmically.) The frenetic insanity and staccato rapping of Heavy Dirty Soul. My favorite from Trench, The Hype, or as I say “The song with the best ukulele-backed bridge ever written.” God that song is tight! They shifted stages during the end of “Nico and the Niners” and returned back on the main stage by the time Holding On To You started….. ahhhh, where Josh does his perfectly timed backflip from the piano! Lean with it, rock with it. Swoon, y’all. Tyler’s laid-bare confessions are what resonate, causing the band’s wildfire-like leap to global fame.

Something that is becoming a bit of tradition with the duo is that every show, as far as I know, has always ended with Trees. It’s a euphoric communal outpouring to close the night, everyone jumping up and down singing “LA LA…. LA LA LA LA LA LA….. HELLOOOOOOO!” It’s a soft start, a gentle and sad build, and then a sweaty screamfest at the end. PERF!

As we made our way out the doors and across the plaza, we made up songs like “My momma needs to take an elevator because of her busted tendon” – Jordan, and “OOooh but I got ma fishnet stockings on, yeahh” -Me. Jordan also stepped on my foot and I howled in pain as she knelt before with remorse, boozily patting and stroking my foot.

Sooo we grabbed another Uber, and here’s where things shifts from a normal boozy concert night to one for the books. Our dude, Dean, pulled up with the license plate that began with LGR. Our relationship began with my opening sentence: “Your license plate says LIGER, like Napoleon Dynamite. It’s a lion—and a tiger!” And bam! Merrily we roll along!

I am not quite sure how this went from polite chatter to veering off the rails, but I will condense and recount what went down as best I can recall.

Jordan: She had her achilles’ tendon repaired!

Dean: Oh, I can fix that.

(Like, totally matter of fact. Oh, I can fix that.)

Jordan: Really? YES!

Dean: Sure. We’re all made of electricity. We’re just made of electric particles and neurons. I consult all over to doctors because I fix people.

Jordan: Why are you driving an Uber?

Me: .

Dean: Don’t worry, I’ll fix it.

Me: …How???

Dean: Electricity.

Jordan: How do you know how to do this?

Dean: I’m just kind of brilliant with this kind of stuff.

OK, so, I’m kind of brushing it off at this point, thinking I’ll ditch him when we arrive at the ol’ Blu. Dean says he’s going to find a place to park and he will be right in. Jord and I get out and stand outside for a minute as we watch him drive around the corner. “Let’s just go in,” I say. “Yeah,” she agrees, “I think he left.” My brain was so jumbled with confusion I wasn’t sure what was going on. Was he actually planning on coming up to the hotel room? “Let’s get inside,” I said, relieved that he probably was just messing with us and took off.

The automatic glass doors blew open to the lobby and we walked in. Right behind us, a dude with a bag of City BBQ carryout and a gray medical-looking case followed us in.

Jordan: What’s that?

City BBQ dude: This is my (blah, blah, blah.) It uses electricity to heal injuiries. (He says a name similar to something like the Electralux El Diablo 5000.)

Jordan: She tore her achilles!

City BBQ dude: Yes, this equipment will heal it.

ME: (whipping my head back toward him): OH MY GOD!!!! MY UBER DRIVER JUST SAID THAT TOO! WHAT ARE THE CHANCES!?

Like, seriously, I am thinking this guest of the hotel is maybe a doctor in for a conference, or whatever. It was only through muddled bits and pieces clicking together in my brain during the ride up in the elevator and ending when the bbq-toting man did not go to his “room” but walked in OURS that I fucking realized…

This guy WAS MY UBER DRIVER.

Not 2 separate people, both coincidentally on a mission and willing to fix bodily injuries with a machine with the equipment on their person.

I was so confused when faced with this reality it was like I was living in an alternate universe. As I am sputtering around saying, “Oh my God, I never really saw your face in the car, just the back of your head” Dean is busily and efficiently placing electrodes on my ankles, calves, shins, even my goddamn glutes. I find myself saying, “You know, my shoulder has hurt a bit lately too” and he briskly whips my arm around and jams his thumb right where it hurts, murmurs the word “Release…..” and then slaps an electrode on my shoulder. THEN he hooks Jordan up. “Is this a TENS unit?” I ask. “Pfft. This makes a TENS unit look like child’s play” he retorts proudly.

Jordan and I are now are standing next to each other looking like inmates of The Green Mile and sizzling with pulsating electricity. Dean eats his corn pudding, yanking the current up and down based on our grunts of discomfort. My phone is in my hand at all times with the first two numbers of 9 – 1 punched in and on high alert. But as he contentedly moves on to his green beans with his feet kicked up on the table in front of him, I have to admit he looks pretty harmless.

I think Dean the Electrode Machine was in our room until midnight, giving us confident tips on how to heal, saying he could bring his machine anywhere in the world, and I finally started giving signs of get-out-I’m-tired. In a gentlemanly way, he bid us adieu, as I babbled on about leaving him a big tip. I mean, he invited himself to cure me, but isn’t his time and trouble worth something? I tipped him 30 dollars and added him on Facebook.

Jordan and I try to get ready for bed but she then runs into a couple of questionable characters and starts talking to them. The three of them are standing outside (why did we go back outside? Perhaps to bid Dean adieu, I believe.) They start cooking up plans like long lost homies. I say “Get upstairs” and take her arm. (She can be hard to manage once she crosses that line.) We get in bed. It is nearing 1am. Jordan lays on top of me crying and blubbering “Promise me you won’t ever die.” I say kindly as I smooth her hair, “I will though.” We laugh about being electrocuted by our Uber driver. I say I can’t believe he just invited himself to our hotel room. She casually says with the air of a jaded and well-worn matriarch: “Please, Mom, everybody hangs out with their Uber drivers in their hotels now.” Then she gets up again and walks out the door. I am fading fast but I manage to say, “GET BACK IN HERE! Where are you going?” I close my eyes for a minute and I open them when I hear the door open again and Jordan puts her face right next to mine and whispers in a low, clear, concerned voice:

“Mom. There is a naked man sitting in the egg chair in the hallway masturbating.”

“Huh?” I whisper back.

She repeats it.

With STRANGE AND STOIC CALM considering my inebriated and disoriented state, I pick up the desk phone. The next thing I know, I am whispering as calmly and clearly as Jordan did: “Hello. This is Room 303. I want you to know there is a naked man masturbating in the egg chair up here in the hallway.”

DEAD ASS PAUSE on the other end. Finally: “Umm, ahh, ok, I… I .. uhhh… I’ll come check it out.”

Five minutes later the phone startles me out of my slip into slumber.

“Hello?” I answer.

“He’s gone.”

“Gone?”

“Yes. The man. No man.”

“Okay.”

It is 2:30 now and I don’t just fall asleep—I hurtle into it like a plane crashing into the ground, fading to black. I don’t wake up until I hear something. It sounds familiar. It’s a ringing sound. It’s that thing that makes you wake up. But where is it? “Jordan,” I hiss. “Huh?” she moans. She bolts upright and grabs her phone and stares at it. “This is new,” she whispers. “Make it stop!” I cry. The ringing continues. I realize it’s coming from my phone which is on the floor. I remember how to make it stop. It’s 6:45 am. I lay in exhausted torment until 7:15. Then 7:30. Then with every ounce of strength I can muster, I get my ass up and get to the excruciating business of getting my shit together and getting my shit together…( sayin’ wake up, ya need to make money!) At 8:10 Jordan and I are both in the car with a cup of coffee. You’re not hard core unless you live hard core, like Dewey Finn says.

I sail up 71 without incident. The coffee kicks in and I’m actually feeling pretty okay. At 9:49, I pull into the venue we are at for the day at work. Jordan’s car is safe and intact. I find a parking spot, wave to my friend, and tell Jordy to wake up.

She sits up, opens her eyes, retches, opens the door, and promptly vomits down the side of my car.

I squeal, then chant prayerfully: OMG PLEASE DO NOT PUKE IN FRONT OF MY CO-WORKERS!

I don’t even see her leave. She is gone, slinking away to her car, as I had practically pushed her out of a moving vehicle.

So. That’s my review of Twenty One Pilots and a little story thrown in to boot.

PS My foot doesn’t feel any better.

PSS Pics below of Tyler, Josh, me, Jordan,and Dean.

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