A little hash treat
For a while now, I haven’t been remembering my dreams, which is unusual. But things are back in sync now; to wit:
I went to a rock concert; I don’t remember the name. I had a backstage pass, and the lead guitarist looked like a cross of Michael McKean and Alan Rickman, but in a red velour jacket. With gold trim.
These guys took the stage and did something like heavy rock mixed with classical music, complete with guys dressed in nothing but boxers and flack jackets in the mosh pit. And speaking of dress, there were lots of naked people around, especially women (for some reason, they seemed more comfortable with being naked at the concert; don’t ask me, I was just there, right?)
Before the concert, as I and a thousand of my closest friends were sitting at the cafeteria tables in the school the concert was at, the lead singer came out and asked everyone to take one of the styrofoam “to-go” containers that were in a big pile at the side.
“I’ve given you cookies,” he announced into the mike with a big grin, “some potato salad, and a little hash treat.” I looked in my white box, and sure enough, there was a small, sticky, green cube. And potato salad. “Some of you might balk at taking drugs from a stranger,” the guy continued, “and that’s probably a good thing. After all, if you eat this little hash treat you might just…” he drifted off, staring at the clock in the silence. A few heartbeats later, people started to get his joke, and laughter rippled through the cafeteria.
“And now…” The singer paused for dramatic effect. “Photographs! You all know the drill.”
And they did, indeed all know the drill. It was $200 a crack to pose with the band, bring your own camera, maximum of three shots. And while the band was in costume, that in no way affected the state of dress of any of the concert goers posing with them.
PS: If you feel like I wussed out on the hash treat link, please keep two things in mind:
- The Internet is (mostly) forever
- It’s way funnier to us geeks this way
