Fun story I thought I'd share...

Yeah I know, another pointless story of drug abuse and random encounters, but I thought this one was pretty entertaining. It was a few years ago in Dillon, CO. I was a junior in college and didn't have anything to do for spring break, so I called my friend that works at Keystone and asked him if I could crash on his floor for the week and ski CO snow. I went to school in Oregon by the way. He said it was cool so I bought a plane ticket and headed out there.

Needless to say it was intense, lots of skiing and partying, and the snow was perfect as usual. Anyway, this friend of mine owns a duplex and he kept telling me how awsome his roomate is. I'd never met him, but I was curious. So on the last day I'm there in CO, it was 10AM and I was watching TV when all of a sudden this dude comes busting into the house chatting away on his cell phone. He sees me and introduces himself to me, "Hey, I'm Jonathon, want a drink?" I thought what the hell so I said yes. It was great, he made chocolate malts with vodka and rum, tasted so good. After we chatted for a while, he said he had had a long night and needed to take a nap. he went down and crashed in his room.

I went out for a walk and then watched a movie and just lounged around the rest of the day since it was my last day there and the conditions were shitty. At around 8pm Jonathon finally gets up and makes a phone call. He got done talking and wanted to know if I wanted to go to a party with him? I said hell yes, but my plane left at 9AM from Denver and I was catching a bus at 5AM so I needed to be up early. He said Cool and we took off. He warned me that it was a 50yr old's birtheday party half way there, and I almost made him turn around, but he convinced me it would be fun.

We pulled up to a HUGE house with Mercedes and Lexus and Porches parked all over outside. Holy Shit, I thought. We walked into the mansion and this chill looking dude with a pony introduced himself to me and then said I could help myself to whatever I wanted. There was an open bar in his damn living room, as well as food and snacks everwhere. I immedietely grabbed myself a beer and some food started mingling. There was no one there even close to my age, but they were cool people, and really drinking hard.

After many drinks later and lots of cool stories, he shows me a guitar he has signed by Jerry Garcia and some other random guitar shit, he had some nice stuff. I was getting pretty drunk, and as I was sitting there talking to someone, I saw these 2 older women go into a backroom and I right away smelled weed. "YES", I can remember thinking. Afer a few minutes they come out with a pipe and ask me if I want to smoke. I took a puff and then the dude with the pony tail came up and said "Hey he's our guest, if he wants to smoke at my party, he's going to smoke." He ran back into his room and grabbed a pipe and a film canister, slammed it down on the table, and said "There ya go, knock yourself out." Hahaha, it was awsome.

So me and Jonathon passed the pipe around and chatted for a while, then the dude with the pony tail came back and said, "You want to try the good stuff?" He then brought out a bag of pot the size of small garbage bag and loaded me up. Then he asked if I wanted to take some home, I said sure, and he packed about half an ounce into a ziplock bag and just gave it to me. He asked me if I wanted anything else, and I said like what? He said he had some mushrooms he didn't want, and that I could have them, so he gave me a quarter of mushrooms. So by now my jacket was overflowing with sweet substances, and I realized in my drunken/stoned stupor that Jonathon was gone.

I panicked then realized he couldn't have gone far, so I just chilled with the old people and listened to them play guitar and talk about the 70s. I was getting really dizzy and disoriented after having too much to drink, so I went into the bathroom in case I was going to throw up. After only like a minute, this woman walked in and pinned me up against the wall and stuck her tongue down my throat. I was totally stunned. She started trying to peel off my clothes, but I have a girlfriend and I was not so drunk that I was going to let this happen. So I kind of pushed her off and said something like "Sorry I don't feel so good, gotta go". I kind of stumbled out the door into the living room and all the people there were looking at me in a very intimidating way.

I sat down and just stared at the floor as I was too intoxicated. After what could have been an hour or a minute, Jonathon came up behind me and said "We have to go, now". We said goodbye and walked out to his car and got in and he told me his story. Apparently during the time he was gone, he was having sex with some woman. Apparently it was this woman's birthday party, but it was her boyfriend that was throwing it for her. Her boyfriend was the man with the pony tail, he was the owner of the house. We got back home and he said, "I cannot go back to that house ever again, or ever speak to that man again". i don't think he ever has.

Anyway, it was a good time, and Colorado will always remind me of that night Dillon.