Shit, what a night.
I assumed there wouldn't be anything wrong with me posting this here since Black Sabbath is involved in this story.... in some way.
So, today I was invited to see a friend play with his band at some guy's house (house was REALLY fucking far, BTW).
The day started with me heading to Zero_Day's house where he'd then guide me to our friend's house where we'd see him, his band and some other friends and then we'd all take off to where the band was playing.
We arrived at this guy's house at 4, we then waited there for about an hour and a half before everyone arrived. Then the caravan started and we all headed towards where the party would be. (there were about 12 of us and 4 cars) Took us about an hour to get there.
The twelve of us waited for a few hours until the party started while the band hooked everything up and practiced for a bit.
Nightfall comes and the party starts. Mediocre at best until sometime around 11 when the band started. They played some Pink Floyd and Black Sabbath at first.
After three songs, the guitarist lost two strings simultaneously. Rotten fucking luck.
BUT WAIT!
Earlier today, before leaving the house, I thought to myself "hmm, dunno why, but I feel I should take my guitar", so I put it in the trunk before heading toward ZeroDay's.
I made the band's day and lent them my guitar. They were more than decent, although they only played one song of their own besides playing a bunch of Sabbath, Floyd, Audioslave, Metallica and Door's covers.
The band finished playing and my friends that decided to stick around and I decided to call it a night and I offered to drop everyone home (we were a total of 6). We said goodbye to the band and off we were.
Took us three hours to find our way back.
CRAZY FUCKING THREE HOURS!
We got all excited over our immense fucking stupidity at getting more and more lost every turn we made and spent a lot of time screaming to the music in the car. Everyone we asked for directions seemed to be afraid of us for some reason we are completely unaware of.... could have something to do with our hysterical fucking screaming followed by our very sudden silence at the exact moment we pulled over to ask for directions and then when we got the directions a guy in the back would scream at the top of his lungs the word "FLASH!" and then quickly snap a picture of said person in the face right before we hit the gas and got out of there just as quickly as we arrived.
After having everyone make us go around in circles and go back and forth, I decided I would ask this cat I saw walking on the sidewalk for some directions. I pulled over next to it and asked it if it knew how to get to the main highway. He stopped, turned around and the second he got a good look at us, he ran like hell. I was confused as to why he would do something like that and I also got a little pissed. I chased the fucker down the road screaming at him at the top of my lungs "WHAT THE FUCK'S YOUR PROBLEM!? TELL US HOW TO GET TO THE FUCKING HIGHWAY YOU PIECE OF SHIT!", but he just kept running and lost us at a corner.
***Before I continue, I just want you you to imagine what it would be like to get lost very far from home in the biggest city in the world***
So, we decided to stop asking for directions and wouldn't you know it, just as we gave up on asking pedestrians, we found the highway.
I dropped everyone off, got something to eat and am now currently eating a croissant sandwich I got at the Oxxo (drug store).
Tired as FUCK given that I only got 4 hours of last night and I woke up at 9 this morning.... besides the fact of having a very busy day.
So that was my day.... anyone care?
***Please note: nothing in this story was made up nor was it exaggerated, if you don't believe I actually asked a cat for directions, that's your problem.