Giggle Fit

This had me laughing like a seventeen year old on helium at a Dead show. And believe me, I know.

My Head at the Dead story:

Mid-summer, Alpine Valley, beautiful blue skies, beautiful tie-dye wearing freaky people, me and my boy posse at a Dead show when I was still young enough to blame all of my bad behavior on that fact alone.
This was my second time tripping and it hit like a ton of nerf bricks. After downing a few liters of water, I headed for the bathrooms for a little 'meditation.'

When I stepped out of the stall the bathroom suddenly became a room the size of, oh, a large stadium. Row after row after row after row after row after row after row after row after row after row after row after row after row of stalls greeted me and my acidic mind. I stood slack jawed then began to panic. I think I may have whimpered.

Out of nowhere, a beautiful (everyone was beautiful that day, except my friend Ross who was very - red) woman stood before me and took my hand. Smiling, she led me past rows infinitum to a door. Opening the door, I stepped through to the sound of music and the warmth of the sun. I turned to say thank you to find the woman slipping back into my former purgatory, no doubt coming to the aid of another hapless idiot.