i'm at home. margo calls and tells me that she was in a car accident. i'm distracted for some reason or other and forget about it completely. she calls back about 3 hours later and i realize i'm in big trouble.
brett micah and i go out to meet her. i get all sorts of looks. we end up driving off. it turns out that she was on her way to some sort of semi-clandestine meeting.. after a bit i find out she was on her way to get speed or something like that. we end up at some super-sketch drug dealer's house. it's big and gray and run-down at the end of a cul-de-sac.
we go up to the door. i'm falling back a bit so the others get frisked and go in before i get there. when i walk in the door it's super-crowded (some party going on) and i don't see them. i start wandering around the house. i go left and walk through a series of rooms without too many people in them. they're all totally cracked out, though.. either mumbling funny or rocking back and forth or whatever. i go up some stairs and find pretty much the same thing. it's very weird.
i go back downstairs and walk toward the back out onto a deck and find them standing around. much relieved. stand there for a while and realize there's a live band playing and that it's tool. this surprises me at first and then i realize i saw something somewhere that said they were playing in downy. everybody at hte party though is inside and listening to cheesy hip-hop, though. i feel bad because they probably didn't realize where they would be playing when they agreed to play.
there's a catering service and people walking around giving people drinks and stuff. they're all very nice. i wonder if they knew what they were getting into when they agreed to cater the party.
i wake.