In honor of borrowing Dads car week! [oh this is just the tip of the iceberg folks] This frantic call came from the payphone at camp as the car we were going to take broke down.
Me -"Dad! Can I please borrow the car for the weekend?"
Dad - "Where are you going?"
Me - "Reggae Fest in Burlington VT on Saturday"
Dad - "OK Ren I'll drop the car off on Friday"
There are two things I would like to point out here. A) Honesty that the under 21 daughter fully tells her parents where she is going and B) Had they really known what Reggae Fest was all about I'm pretty sure they would have given a harsh NO! [hence my theory in it never hurts to ask!]
This was a collective group from Bernadette and Fatima going up to Vermont. The 4 hour drive up - The 12 hour stay - The drive back to Wolfboro.
Our descent into Burlington was equivalent to a prisoners 24 hour furlough. We all had to be back at base with in 36 hours. We packed an unlimited supply of cheap Vodka, MGD and possibly some other illicit substances that were not in MY possession. We set up shop with a massive picnic spread, sat in a circle Koombieyah style and proceeded to each carve out a pineapple for our Vodka drinking enjoyment. We listened to music and breathed in the sweet sweet well you know......It was nothing less than extraordinary.
A few hours into it I recall sitting there on my little blanket fest of love thinking....I'm hungry. Well, I must have said the words out loud because the hand of God came from above and handed me.....
a brownie.
You know the scene from Pulp Fiction when John Travolta says "I've never tried a $5 shake?" and then he takes a sip and says "That's a good f'n shake". That's pretty much my experience with eating this brownie.
Needless to say I woke up about 8 hours later...First I opened my eyes to see light fluffy clouds and then music and then confusion. I sat up and my blanket circle of friends all started clapping. I was most embarrassed and couldn't figure out what had happened. Its very difficult to have a group of twenty drunk people all reenact me taking the brownie, falling over, passing out laying on the blanket laughing their asses off. But they all stayed to make sure I was still breathing. Thankfully!
The rest of the day was spent drinking a ton of water and not taking any more hand outs from the group next to us as they too! were getting quite the laugh. This was the day I learned to NEVER take brownies from strangers. This was also the day I was introduced to watching my friend do a giant whip-it from a balloon. As we were packing folks up and searching for missing parties I came across {I'll call her Sue - because I'm not sure she wants to be mentioned in this} Sue, running towards me going....you've got to try this!!! I then proceeded to watch Sue in-hale off this massive romper room balloon, her face turned purple and she fell backwards to the ground.
I'm not a certified EMT but I'm pretty certain this can't be good. So we all go running over and she's laying there laughing and clutching onto that balloon for life. Sue!! what the hell are doing?? You gotta try it.....that, is awwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwesssssommmmmmmmmmmme dude. Ahhh, I've had enough adventure for one day thank you very much. We scrapped Sue off the ground and brought her back.
Here is the interesting part - As we were getting ready to go I ran into a girl who had locked her keys out of the car. One of my friends who was staying in Burlington knew that there was a Lock Smith downtown. So we picked her up and brought her downtown. MANY years later my Sister in-law is telling me a story of how she went to Reggae Fest and locked her keys out the car and someone brought her to the locksmith. I said did she drive a Red Sentra? Yes. Yeah this is gonna sound weird but that was me. Funny how paths cross isn't it?
The drive home that night was forever long. Nothing is more boring than driving down Interstate 89 with 4 other people sleeping in the car. I've never been a fan of Jersey Barrier's and Orange buckets on the highway and I'm glad at least one person stayed awake to keep me company. It was the moment that I looked up and thought I was about to run into the back end of an 18 wheeler and realized it was road sign. DAM!! I thought I was OK!!! A few moments later I hear this........
You know Renee, I think I'm still wasted.....I thought that sign was giant truck!!!
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