Ozzfest
Just this summer, the boyfriend and I made a pilgrimage to Ozzfest, to see Ozzy himself and revel in the dark festivities. We didn't have much money at all at the time, but Ozzfest was free this year! Too bad parking was $20. We didn't have any booze money left after that but we came prepared with a whole baggie of psychodelic mushrooms. It promised to be a great time.

We end up getting just BURNT TO A CRISP under the summer sun, during a record heat wave. Tripping out on the bright colors and shiney lights, we barely noticed until it was way, way, way too late. By then, sunscreen wouldn't have done us any good and I actually felt cooler with my jacket on, as the sun's rays could no longer beat directly onto my poor skin. We trekked back to the hotel much earlier than we wanted to as we couldn't endure any more punishment. I was looking forward to spending the rest of the night watching cartoons in the cool hotel room, still inhibited by a warped sense of imagination and moderate hallucinations. We had left the air conditioner on while we were gone and I could not wait to feel that rush of cold air on my face.

While we were gone, the air conditioner had broken. Not only that, it had become the reverse: a heater. It came at me like an oven, nearly dropping me to the floor. Neither one of us would enter the room.

I can honestly say that this was the worst moment of my life. Completely out of my mind on drugs, my skin peeling off the bone, severely dehydrated.

It ends happily: we ended up getting upgraded to a suite for no charge, with a whirlpool bath and free colas in the mini-fridge. Still, I did have to walk downstairs and talk to the manager about the problem in our room, watching his face twist as mysterious lights flashed across it.

The lamest part? I didn't even see Ozzy. I would have ended up in the burn victims unit if I had stayed, I'm sure of it.
(BrainSurgerysFun, Sat 19 Jan 2008, 2:11, Reply)