That's right,I just got in from the long ride up to Santa Barbara (4 hours with traffic!) where there are tons of forest fires all up in the mountains. Seriously, like 10,000 acres have gone up in flames already. In a day!
I wasn't planning on this, just sort of tagged along. When someone said they were going to a "fire party" I thought they meant "hot" or some type of theme or whatever, but nah, they meant it literally--- a party up in the hills close to the firse. We had to sneak around the police perimeter, but they were not working too hard keeping people out. I mean, who fucking sneaks into a fire zone? A lot of people actually, besides our group of 8 there where at least 50 other people doing the same thing.
We never got close enough to see flames, but the smoke was harsh. I probably lost 10 years of my life from inhaling that shit. It's also the first time I ever slept vertically-- again, literally on a mountain side in just a sleeping bag-- no tent, no cot-- just me and some dirt & rocks. My back is fucked now, but nothing painkillers can't fix.
The upside is that we had the perfect gender mix. Everyone had a "date" for the night. Makes roughing it a whole lot easier. I ended up with a chick from UCLA. She was cute but kind of annoying. Kept singing Kanye West all night. All and all a pretty good score though.
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