On this past Saturday, my brother, my friend, my girlfriend and I decided to go to the Renaissance Fair. My girlfriend and I decided to eat two squares of paper each, at approximately 8:45 am. We all smoked a joint and got ready to leave. we headed out at 9:15, and by this time we were starting to trip. First we stopped by the grocery store for some drinks and sunglasses, and then the liquour store. MY buddy bought a bottle of Jack Daniel's for the fair. We stopped back by the house for the ice chest and we were on our way by 10:00. My brother was driving, it takes about 35 minutes to get to the fair from our apartment. We smoked another joint on the way and listened to Pink Floyd's Wish you were here album. My girl and I were feeling very, very good at this point. Colors were starting to get more vivid and noises and smells were incredibly intense.
The Texas Renaissance Fair is fairly large, having at least 36 rows for parking, and you could probably fit 500 cars total on each row. Last year we parked on row 16, this year we were on row 15. I honestly do not remember much of the walk in except there was a lot of people. The people at the gate to go in kinda freaked me out, because I thought for some reason I would be the one person out of 10,000 that they check...and I was gone! We went in and found a guy playing a Carillon, Cast in Bronze. A carillon is like a piano using bells instead of strings get hammered. Sounds amazing. That was intense, but we had to stand, which kinda sucked. We made our way to a band using a bouzouki, a fiddle and some old drums, and they were bad ass. The guy playing bouzouki and guitar sounded like a cross between Al di Meola and Dick Dale. All in all, that was one of my favorite parts, I was gone. There were hundreds of people milling about and it was intense. My brother bought a turkey leg and we walked around for a little bit more, checking out most of the shops. At 3 o'clock ish, we got our hands stamped and walked back out to the car. We rolled another joint, put on some Mahavishnu Orchestra and smoked it. My buddy took an ass load of shots and my brother had quite a few. We jammed in some Buffalo Springfeild and my girl and I tripped hard. She was not responding to anybody, just sitting next to me in her own world. My buddy took some more shots and we decided to go back in.
At 5 o'clock we got out of the car, my friend stumbled into the door, drunk as a skunk. He peed in the bushes while my girl and I tlaked to my brother. When we headed back in, we were going against the flow of people. We were the only people going in while hundreds left. I imagined I was a big salmon swimming against a river of people. We go back in and went straight for the falconry show. On the way we decided to get some funnel cakes. My brother and my buddy decided to share with us, and it was the best thing I have ever eaten. Each bite tasted different. I then saw the pretzel guy and had to have one. This was the first time I ventured off alone, about 50 feet away. I stood directly in front of him for probably 2 minutes and he did not acknowledge me. It was confusing the hell out of me. I finally go this attention and got one. I sat back down with my girl and watched the show start. The man on stage sent a Harris hawk flying to the back of the sitting area to rest on top of a lattice shade. The hawk flew directly over my brother, about 2 feet from me. It was close enough to grab, but I am not that dumb. We saw a few more birds, nothing too exciting, although one did do a few dives. We walked around after that and it was starting to get dark. We went to the far side and grabbed the last 2 slices of pizza as everyone was closing down. We sat on a bench and watched the fireworks go off. They were spectacular. It looked like the whole sky was exploding!! I was seeing tracers for about 3 minutes after every explosion, it was intense. I could smell the black powder. My girl and I kissed and it was beautiful. As we were leaving the fair we heard a bagpipe band that was simply incredible. It was the best bagpipe I have ever heard, simply outstanding. We saw them again outside of the gates, near the parking lot. My brother bought a 39 1/2 inch sword for $20. When we got to the car, I swash buckled with the sword while our buddy rolled a doob. We waited for traffic to die down some and got in the car to leave. We left around 9 pm. When we got out of the parking lot and on the road we sparked it up. We decided to check out Lake Conroe before heading back home, which proved to be bad. We smoked the joint and listened to some Neil Young on the way.
Down by the River and Cowgirl in the Sand are simply incredible on acid. I could listen to Neil for hours, and we did. When we arrived at the Lake, we decided to find a dirt road that led to the Lake so we could roll one up and smoke it. Our buddy had been taking shots the whole way, and was the only one that knew how to roll. We pulled over in the ass end of a neighborhood and he started to roll at around 9:45. About halfway through, a car pulled up behind us. The cops. He flicked on his light, and told my brother to step out of the car. My brother walked up to the car and talked to the cop. He came back to the car and said the officer would like to talk to me. Fuck. So I get out of the car, tripping my nuts off, and walk over to the officer. The cop asks "How old are you son?"
"21 sir."
"You wanna live to be 22?" I started to FREAK OUT! I looked at the officer and about busted out laughing. He was about 50 years old, and had hair like the bride of Frankenstein (not too sure though, I was gone!). His badge was slowly spinning and his name tag looked blank. He asked where we were going, and I told him. He mistunderstood that we were taking the long way home, and asked to speak to my girlfriend. I go to the car and tell her to get out. I sit back down and my buddy has everything put away. He is riding shotgun and my girl and I are in the back. He is drunk as hell and calm as could be. About 5 mintues later, my bro and woman walk back and the cop starts to drive away. My brother said the cop just told us to go back home. He also said we were perfect talking to the cop. Crystal clear, respectful and calm. I said I thought I saw the trees dancing in the background. We hightailed it out of there in less than 20 minutes after we pulled up, confrontation and all, and drove around some more. The forest looked incredible at night, similar to when you look at two mirrors facing each other. It went n forever, and in a very odd pattern it looked like. We foudn a boat ramp and got out and rolled anohter joint. We smoked it by the lake and I skipped a few rocks. A van pulled up very fast and dropped a person off, and then drove off. I found this very disturbing and could not let it go. Why would that happen at 11:00 at night? We dinked around some, my girl and I flipped out lookin at the clouds and my buddy and I sang some Neil Young. He was drunk as hell. We got in the car and started making our way back home. We got home around 1 o'clock in the morning and my girl and I were still tripping pretty hard.
I was coming down a little, but we still had an hour or two to go. This was our second time ever doing it, the first time we tripped 21 hours total, and this one was about 17 hours. I fell asleep as soon as we got home, I just passed out. My girl apparently stayed awake for a while.
I had a great, absolutely fantastic time. One of the best days of my life. I enjoyed being out in public, but I would rather go hiking next time. Nature was way cooler than crowds, the first time we tripped we went to Brazos Bend State Park, in Texas, and hiked about 11 miles....but that's a whole different story.
The Texas Renaissance Fair is fairly large, having at least 36 rows for parking, and you could probably fit 500 cars total on each row. Last year we parked on row 16, this year we were on row 15. I honestly do not remember much of the walk in except there was a lot of people. The people at the gate to go in kinda freaked me out, because I thought for some reason I would be the one person out of 10,000 that they check...and I was gone! We went in and found a guy playing a Carillon, Cast in Bronze. A carillon is like a piano using bells instead of strings get hammered. Sounds amazing. That was intense, but we had to stand, which kinda sucked. We made our way to a band using a bouzouki, a fiddle and some old drums, and they were bad ass. The guy playing bouzouki and guitar sounded like a cross between Al di Meola and Dick Dale. All in all, that was one of my favorite parts, I was gone. There were hundreds of people milling about and it was intense. My brother bought a turkey leg and we walked around for a little bit more, checking out most of the shops. At 3 o'clock ish, we got our hands stamped and walked back out to the car. We rolled another joint, put on some Mahavishnu Orchestra and smoked it. My buddy took an ass load of shots and my brother had quite a few. We jammed in some Buffalo Springfeild and my girl and I tripped hard. She was not responding to anybody, just sitting next to me in her own world. My buddy took some more shots and we decided to go back in.
At 5 o'clock we got out of the car, my friend stumbled into the door, drunk as a skunk. He peed in the bushes while my girl and I tlaked to my brother. When we headed back in, we were going against the flow of people. We were the only people going in while hundreds left. I imagined I was a big salmon swimming against a river of people. We go back in and went straight for the falconry show. On the way we decided to get some funnel cakes. My brother and my buddy decided to share with us, and it was the best thing I have ever eaten. Each bite tasted different. I then saw the pretzel guy and had to have one. This was the first time I ventured off alone, about 50 feet away. I stood directly in front of him for probably 2 minutes and he did not acknowledge me. It was confusing the hell out of me. I finally go this attention and got one. I sat back down with my girl and watched the show start. The man on stage sent a Harris hawk flying to the back of the sitting area to rest on top of a lattice shade. The hawk flew directly over my brother, about 2 feet from me. It was close enough to grab, but I am not that dumb. We saw a few more birds, nothing too exciting, although one did do a few dives. We walked around after that and it was starting to get dark. We went to the far side and grabbed the last 2 slices of pizza as everyone was closing down. We sat on a bench and watched the fireworks go off. They were spectacular. It looked like the whole sky was exploding!! I was seeing tracers for about 3 minutes after every explosion, it was intense. I could smell the black powder. My girl and I kissed and it was beautiful. As we were leaving the fair we heard a bagpipe band that was simply incredible. It was the best bagpipe I have ever heard, simply outstanding. We saw them again outside of the gates, near the parking lot. My brother bought a 39 1/2 inch sword for $20. When we got to the car, I swash buckled with the sword while our buddy rolled a doob. We waited for traffic to die down some and got in the car to leave. We left around 9 pm. When we got out of the parking lot and on the road we sparked it up. We decided to check out Lake Conroe before heading back home, which proved to be bad. We smoked the joint and listened to some Neil Young on the way.
Down by the River and Cowgirl in the Sand are simply incredible on acid. I could listen to Neil for hours, and we did. When we arrived at the Lake, we decided to find a dirt road that led to the Lake so we could roll one up and smoke it. Our buddy had been taking shots the whole way, and was the only one that knew how to roll. We pulled over in the ass end of a neighborhood and he started to roll at around 9:45. About halfway through, a car pulled up behind us. The cops. He flicked on his light, and told my brother to step out of the car. My brother walked up to the car and talked to the cop. He came back to the car and said the officer would like to talk to me. Fuck. So I get out of the car, tripping my nuts off, and walk over to the officer. The cop asks "How old are you son?"
"21 sir."
"You wanna live to be 22?" I started to FREAK OUT! I looked at the officer and about busted out laughing. He was about 50 years old, and had hair like the bride of Frankenstein (not too sure though, I was gone!). His badge was slowly spinning and his name tag looked blank. He asked where we were going, and I told him. He mistunderstood that we were taking the long way home, and asked to speak to my girlfriend. I go to the car and tell her to get out. I sit back down and my buddy has everything put away. He is riding shotgun and my girl and I are in the back. He is drunk as hell and calm as could be. About 5 mintues later, my bro and woman walk back and the cop starts to drive away. My brother said the cop just told us to go back home. He also said we were perfect talking to the cop. Crystal clear, respectful and calm. I said I thought I saw the trees dancing in the background. We hightailed it out of there in less than 20 minutes after we pulled up, confrontation and all, and drove around some more. The forest looked incredible at night, similar to when you look at two mirrors facing each other. It went n forever, and in a very odd pattern it looked like. We foudn a boat ramp and got out and rolled anohter joint. We smoked it by the lake and I skipped a few rocks. A van pulled up very fast and dropped a person off, and then drove off. I found this very disturbing and could not let it go. Why would that happen at 11:00 at night? We dinked around some, my girl and I flipped out lookin at the clouds and my buddy and I sang some Neil Young. He was drunk as hell. We got in the car and started making our way back home. We got home around 1 o'clock in the morning and my girl and I were still tripping pretty hard.
I was coming down a little, but we still had an hour or two to go. This was our second time ever doing it, the first time we tripped 21 hours total, and this one was about 17 hours. I fell asleep as soon as we got home, I just passed out. My girl apparently stayed awake for a while.
I had a great, absolutely fantastic time. One of the best days of my life. I enjoyed being out in public, but I would rather go hiking next time. Nature was way cooler than crowds, the first time we tripped we went to Brazos Bend State Park, in Texas, and hiked about 11 miles....but that's a whole different story.
