As night descended the lights came on, not only on most of the art but on the people as well. Though I didn’t see as much EL love as I thought I would. My Frisco buddy had dangly strings off of his vest so I looped a couple finger lights on him and he was set. As a rule of thumb, and not one used to legalize beating your wife, it is incredibly important to be able to be seen at night when out on the playa. The reasoning behind it is that if you don’t want to be run down by a tripping raver late in the morning it’s better to be lit up then dark and shaped like a target.
About this time I was wondering where my other buddy and his fam had gone to, so I found a quiet spot, no mean task I must say, and gave him a ring as I had been doing for awhile now. He let me know that he had split already and was over at the end of the golden gate bridge and was tripping on the lights of San Fran. We said our farewells and hung up and it was back to the event.
We ended up wandering over to the Cocomo lounge area and wandered up to the second floor. There was a guy in a little shack looking thing that was the bar, or at least that’s where a lot of bottles were, and we ordered a couple drinks and then headed out to the balcony that was fronting the place. We hung out a bit and had some tasty conversations, and as I was talking to a guy and my buddy was chatting with an Aussie girl that was sitting down. She split to the toilet and as I was talking to the other guy there about one of the best rock operas of our time, REPO the genetic opera that is, I felt a poking in my arm. I turned and my Frisco buddy was holding out a rolly. I thought it might have been a joint, but was unsure till I tasted, then quagged out a cloud of smoke. As the head rush started I realized that it was a quite tasty joint, and I puffed it down. Another dude sidled up and I offered and he accepted and the joint went round and round. After I passed it on we finished up our drinks and dove back into the mass of people.
We wandered up and down the avenues and saw and tasted and experienced it all till our feet were sore, then headed back to the car. Nine flights later, along with a great rendition of the ballad of some Mcgee guy that my buddy had memorized, we made it to the car and headed back to his pad. I didn’t stop in and just dropped him off because of my need to drive for hours and hours to get home. Big hugs later he went inside and I was on the road.
