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     So I went to Owsla Tour the other night. IT. WAS. AWSOME.

     I started by taking .2, my friend took .1. Then we met up with this girl and she sold my friends .3 each, and I bought another .1 from her. So I was rolling on .3, my friend D on .4 and my other friend T on .3. They bumped it so they were feeling it first, but I parachuted so I was just kind of waiting to feel it. I don’t think I even noticed when it came on, but soon I was wanting to touch everyone, dance with everyone, smile at everyone. Like literally I couldn’t keep my hands off of people’s arms, it just felt so good to touch people.

    We went up in the front, and that was awesome for a bit, then I started feeling a bit overwhelmed. It felt like the music, the bodies and the noise were pressing in on me.. not in a terrible way, just in a mildly uncomfortable way. My friend T was feeling the same way. We decided to go back to the back of the room where we could dance more freely and it was “nicer”, as we kept saying. It was amazing how I would see people who I knew of from school, but wasn’t frinds with, and we were all rolling, and we were all so happy to see each other, would give each other hugs, would start dancing with each other and holding hands and everything. It was just the best feeling to dance facing someone. It was just the most friendly, fun feeling.

      I wish I could remember more about it. I know it was an absolute blast. I can’t remember how many guys I was dancing with, it may have been three or four. This guy was trying to make out with me, lol, and my reasoning for pretending not to notice was that I didn’t want to swallow my gum, and not have any more. Sorry dude, gum > you. Maybe next time i’ll bring extra gum so I won’t have that problem.

     So later in the night We were in the bathroom waiting for my friend A, and this girl C comes in and is like “You girls gotta be careful. There are undercover people here, you can get arrested, please just be careful”. So I paid my friend A $10 for .1. and she put it in my pocket. I parachuted it again. What she told me this morning at school though was that she accidentally gave me .2, not .1. That explains SOO MUCH about the procession of the rest of the night!

    So basically I was ROLLING FFAAAAACCEEEE. My friends A and H  and C were candy flipping, and I was, according to A, all over the place. I was non-stop motion, non-stop toching, non-stop smiling and loving and dancing and moving- When the rave was over, we filed outside, and there were girls dressed wayyy more skankily than I was (I was wearing a sequin midriff shirt and blue short shorts, there were girls in black fishnets with sparkly bras, the like). We start walking towards our cars in the cold, Towson air, vaguely being aware of a street full of cars lined up at a stop light, normal Towson city traffic. This woman rolled down her window and shouted, “put on some clothes, you hoes!” It was just so funny, we didn’t stop laughing until we were driving in the car. My friends D and T were like “omg L, are you still rolling??” and the car started and I was like “woooahhh this is fun!” Later in the night, we went to a gas station and bought gummies, and I was like “oooooo hehe. This is like an explosion of rainbows. In my mouuuuth.” Wow. Thanks A, for telling me I was actually on .4 that night. That explains everything, lol.

OOOkayyy that was my kind of boring, rendition of an amazing nighttt. Oh and when we smoked later to go to sleep, it just made my roll so much stronger and higher, lol. It was amazing. Work in the morning was a bitch, though.

Peace, Love, Unity and Respect. Most of all, Togetherness. Goodnight. <3