On Thursday when we first got in we were ready with a battle plan to get enough space for our tents and canopy. We had like three extra tents to set up for people coming later. Surprisingly, it was not all that difficult to get a nice amount of space....
Seriously. After the can of sardines they had us camp in last year, we had the same plan heading in: park, divide and conquer as much camping space as we could. One of the best surprises was that they weren't doubling up the rows with cars on either side.
Post by HecticDialectic on Jun 3, 2011 21:14:50 GMT -5
Why would someone lace pot with something? This never makes sense to me. I think I may have been dosed at the club last night though. absolutely unable to control my body properly messed up- which never happens- literally
Naw, that stuff is just plain wrong. There was a club in Victoria a couple years ago where it turned out the bartenders were putting it in the drinks. We saved our friend one night and it was very unpleasant. What is wrong with some people that they think that's the way to choose to try to connect?
Post by HecticDialectic on Jun 4, 2011 11:53:34 GMT -5
I don't really do drugs, so for a long time I had friends saying they were going to dose me at some point with something- they didn't really understand why that prospect made me ludicrously angry- needless to say I don't really hang out with those people anymore.
But I either had GHB in my drink Thursday or Sasquatch obliterated my ability to drink like a large man.