teamo word of the day: rage

This past weekend/week I spent down in Southern Florida. Now if you know anything about Florida you know its the most eclectic group of people anywhere.
It was Friday night and we were leaving very early Saturday morning but really wanted to meet up with some friends. We head into Ft. Lauderdale and its about 10 o'clock when we arrive. We are looking at each other trying laughing trying to decide if we are really goign to go out or not because we are exhausted from spending the day in South Beach. Anyway we somehow find the energy to head into this bar to meet B's friends. Let's just say we thought we were going to a bar that had a rock band (which I would love) and then B realizes we are going to a concert. After he spends $50 getting us in, we walk through the door and I am immediately high as shit from the smell of marijuana. I'm people watching as hard as possible, probably with an ugly look on my face. (kmo don't comment). the bouncer is yelling at some 17 year old girl who clearly has a fake id and wants to get in. he tells her no go around the corner and ask the police and she proceeds to try and pay him off. suuuree.
anyway so we get a drink. drink of choice for me is vodka sprite to deal with whats going on in this place. there we are greeted by b's friend and gf. within 5 minutes of me talking to this girl i'm immediately in love with her and she is telling me how f'ed up her relationship is after 5 years. her bf, colt has disappeared into the crowd and she hangs with us for the rest of the night. he comes back regularly pulling out his bottle of vodka that he has put in his coat pocket and chugs her drink. classy guy you might say. anyway so after being a groupy for about 2 hours we decide to go to the outside bar because i'm getting bronchitis sitting there and i'm not really sure what the hell we are doing in this groupy, free love, infested place anyway. at this point colt comes over and tells b he's going outside to "rage". b looks over at colts gf and asks her what one would mean if they were going outside to rage? she explains that its some term he's recently been saying that he picked up at bonarro. if you know what bonarro is then you'll understand = free love for 3 days = woodstock. she also doesn't know what the definition is at this point.

colts gf then gets up and goes downstairs while we proceed to laugh our asses off at whats going on. and when she comes back i ask her if he does drugs. her response is "no he just smokes pot and does shrooms' but he doesn't do drugs." okay i guess shrooms are no longer considered a drug, even if they are a psychedelic mushroom. she then tells us that "raging" is doing nitrous. i am immediately asking a thousand questions...did you know he did this? don't you consider that a drug? doesn't it kill brain cells instantly? She fills us in that he had his hips replaced about 8 months ago (he's 29) and now he acts 21. one of the girls in the group he hangs out with is 17 and they all act about that age.

we play therapist for the next few hours recommending she buy the book "the success principles", etc etc....

at this point i'm so tired and so we break the news to her that we want to leave. its 3 am and we have to get up at 5:45 to head home. we ask her to come with us so she can find her boyfriend who is in the CAR "raging".

so as we walk through the parking lot i think we are looking for her car but i quickly realize we AREN'T. HERES WHAT WE ARE LOOKING AT....


i kid you not. there were about 20 to 25 people walking/dancing around with blue balloons. you would have thought this was a children's birthday party going on and the best part it was in the PARKING LOT. where the heck were the parking attendants? i also see a huge nitrous tank behind a car. intersting..guess thats legal now?!?!

and then we see this....

this is her boyfriend. he is carrying around his freakin' white boombox, that she claims he takes everywhere with him and just sets up a party when he feels like it.

we are quickly asked if we want to buy a balloon, $5 they say. I ask if thats for a hit? and they reply for the entire balloon. some girl is walking around yelling how she bought a balloon for the next night as well. okie dokie

that conversation is quickly interrupted by the fact that there is a hipster/kid/boy/man not sure what falling face first into the fence next to me and then passing out on his face. and then to the right of me another hipster/boy/kid/man passes out, falling flat on his back. but don't worry the 17 year old girl who is so insanely f'ed up is dancing on top of them, as though they are wide awake. i then realize she's the one trying to pay to get in the bar earlier underage.

at that point my mother urge kicks in and yes i'm laughing so hard i'm basically pissing myself but i'm also getting nervous.

we decide its time to leave this rage party and head back to reality.

i love florida and want to move there.
m1