Jack Johnson and weed
There I was, driving at 4.30am back to Newberg from Bend trying to figure out exactly what I was thinking when I asked my manager for certain days off work. I was headed home from a Jack Johnson concert. yep, thats right, Jack Johnson, in Bend. It was my birthday present, as well as my seester's birthday present from my mom. So our crew (my mom and seester) went to see Jack and his crew with the other crew of people numbering in the thousands in an outdoor amphitheatre on a gorgeous summer evening.. clear skies fading into bright pinks and oranges of sunset behind the stage. One note: while the first band, Matt Costa, was playing, I eyed a couple smokin up a storm on the sheesha from a pipe. I was totally stoked.. even more so because I could tell that they were smoking apple sheesha. crazy? maybe. anyway, after Matt Costa played, a group called ALO (Animal Liberation Organization) came on. One of the guys could play the piano, ukalayli (sp?), guitar, and acordian. yes, he was my hero... aside from Jack of course.
Then the sun set and the lights came up and there he was, the man of the hour.. or two and it was an awesome set. I caught some of the concert on my digital camera but none of it is superb footage simply because I had a bunch of screaming girls .. let me rephrase that.. a bunch of screaming girls who were high, right beside me. Yes, this is correct. For when Jack Johnson, or Bob Dylan, or anyone of the "folk" genre come to town, the weed comes out in mass quantities. why? because we are hippies over here in Or-e-gon. and I love it. So my mom, seester, and I left the concert smelling strongly of weed, being offered a smoke at least a couple times, and feeling quite relaxed actually. Gotta love that second hand smoke! We got home around 11.24pm and went to bed. The next morning I got up at 4am and drove the three hours back to Newberg so I could work the 8-4 shift. but I was satisfied that the drive was well worth the experience.
and I forgot to mention that I got to go waterskiing/tubing all day on the day of the concert. yeah, that was pretty sweet as well. k, hope y'all are gettin excited for school. I know I am.. I just reserved my book list online. $420 at least. psh... petty cash, right? ha!
Then the sun set and the lights came up and there he was, the man of the hour.. or two and it was an awesome set. I caught some of the concert on my digital camera but none of it is superb footage simply because I had a bunch of screaming girls .. let me rephrase that.. a bunch of screaming girls who were high, right beside me. Yes, this is correct. For when Jack Johnson, or Bob Dylan, or anyone of the "folk" genre come to town, the weed comes out in mass quantities. why? because we are hippies over here in Or-e-gon. and I love it. So my mom, seester, and I left the concert smelling strongly of weed, being offered a smoke at least a couple times, and feeling quite relaxed actually. Gotta love that second hand smoke! We got home around 11.24pm and went to bed. The next morning I got up at 4am and drove the three hours back to Newberg so I could work the 8-4 shift. but I was satisfied that the drive was well worth the experience.
and I forgot to mention that I got to go waterskiing/tubing all day on the day of the concert. yeah, that was pretty sweet as well. k, hope y'all are gettin excited for school. I know I am.. I just reserved my book list online. $420 at least. psh... petty cash, right? ha!
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yeah...um...pet-t-ty cash
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