well before I start my story, I wanted to mention that I went to Reel Big Fish, Less Than Jake, Streetlight Manifesto, and Against All Authority's 'Shout It Loud' Tour on friday night and it was absolutely amazingly rediculously insane.
anyhow, back to my story, lately here (Saint Louis Missouri area and many other areas around here) it's gone above and beyond 100 degrees somewhat consistently in the last two weeks, well yesterday was warped tour (and the temperature was over 100 most of the day) and I wasn't gonna go as tickets were thirty bucks a pop, but I was still pretty pumped from friday, so me and my friends went anyhow (the band Pepper was def. the highlight of the day for me, well them and Flogging Molly), "stay hydrated" my parents kept saying and I did, I started hydrating the night before with a big bottle of water and the same the next morning, and drank several while I was there.
The problem with going to a place like this is the prices, I bought French Fries and a bottle of water for nine bucks....
...so I basically went without food the entire day as I stupidly forgot to eat before I left, so we're leaving, and when we get to the car, the friends we went with brought a cooler for after the show so we all got somehting to drink, mine was RED
gatorade yummy right, right. So anyhow I get home, bad headache, mom says you need to eat something and take a cold shower. "what was for dinner" I ask "help yourself" she says, so we have NOTHING to eat, I had to resort to spaghettios which are RED
, eat about half a bowl and can't eat anymore, feel kinda sick, but I haven't thrown up in literally like 10 years so I didn't worry about it, took my cool shower, go into my room, feel like I'm gonna pass out, grab the dresser and spew...red. ick.dangit.
"mom! I just spewed on my floor" at first she's like it's ok you just got overheated, then she flips "why didnt' you go in the bathroom! don't ever ever do that again, I'm in a loony bin, if you ever do that again I'm gonna...the hard floor was right next to you couldn't you take 2 steps to get there!" on and on, and I don't care because I felt horrible, but now my carpet's stained red and my parents think I'm an idiot for spewing on the carpet not the toilet. ugh