The height of lameness was I this weekend. On Friday night, Jane and I fully readied ourselves to go to the Sasquatch Music Festival the following morning. I’ve been stoked about it for months. Several bands responsible for, if you’ll excuse the corn, today’s hottest and hippest music were playing all in one venue.
Saturday morning I woke up hating the shit out of life. My weekly fatigue hits on Fridays; Saturdays I usually sleep in to catch up. I guess I hadn’t realized, until this past Saturday, how much I NEED sleep on Saturday mornings. We woke up at 5 am, showered, dressed and finished packing. We were driving to meet our friends when I caught myself snoozing for an instant at a stoplight. This event, a mere two minutes a self-induced shouting fit, for which Jane heroically endured the brunt of my frenzy, was spurred by my not being able to find my belt and hat.
It was obvious that my mood would not improve without sleep (and the likelihood of my getting sleep during the drive, sometime during the day, or while camping out that night would be slim to none). I was certain that I would not have a good time and I worried that my mood would detract from everyone else’s good time; so the van left without me. Much to my disappointment.
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Next time, I recommend washing down about 150 mg of pseudoephedrine with a can of Rockstar. Chemical stimulants are much safer than sleep!
I spent most of my weekend at home, too. Though I did get things accomplished in the name of Zen Mist (the color I painted) and lemons (what I pruned). :o)
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I was thinking that I wouldn’t need to go to another Outdoor Festival for 5 years (because this one was sooo rad!), but if you’d like to go next year I will attend with you.
Next year, on Friday night I will slip you a roofie so that you will fall asleep and not be a grouchzor Saturday am. 🙂
I’m excited about the ferris wheel!
Sounds familiar. I have also ruined entire vacations due to the crabbiness resulting from lack of sleep. One time, a friend had to call 20 times to get me up for a trip to Europe. I had just finished a marathon week of no sleep for finals (I was young), and just wanted to sleep more than anything. I went, but was hella bitchy for several days.
Aw JKF, that’s a sad story. Funny how people like us find ourselves making great efforts to satisfy the demands that others place on us while we either forget or neglect our own ESSENTIAL physiological needs. Here’s to modern living!
ah, not that sad, I still went and it was a good time (except for that weekend in Denmark).
For some really crazy ass stories, and a good time-waster, check out this set of tales from chuck palahniuk’s readers: birthday book – emperor text
It’s a 222 page .pdf file, but some of it is funny as hell.
JKF::: Thanks for the link to the Chuck Palahniuk Readers site. Enjoyed it thoroughly I did.