I went to the GNC to visit Brian. I finally found out why I couldn't get ahold of him at EDC. He wasn't there! After his brother picked him up, instead of going home so that he could get ready, he was informed that his uncle had a heart attack and that they had to go straight to the hospital. He was trying to get out of it, but the guilt trip that his family imposed on him prevailed. He sold his ticket for $60, unaware that he could raise the price on the day of the event. Ah, this would have never happened if only he rode with me like I asked him to. Yup, an "I told you so" moment in my favor.
I wanted to go to Capoeira class, but decided against it at the last second as I still felt fucked up from the weekend.
It was so good to eat at Red Robin instead. This waiter named Gabe, who has become familiar with me, and I struck up a conversation about the weekend. Apparently he knew about EDC. I guess it's becoming mainstream. That might be a sign of even more crowdedness in future raves. Dammit.
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