The first time I ate a brownie, I went to see Los Lobos by myself because they were playing at UCSB. When I got there I realized I was wearing the exact same outfit as all the ushers, so I got really paranoid that someone was going to try and make me work. It was too overwhelming with all the chatter and music and lights and fear that I was going to be reprimanded for not ushering that I left at intermission and it took me forever to get back to my apartment on my bike. My roommate came home from studying at 4 in the morning and found me buying "antique jewelry" on Ebay.
I also had a bad roll at HARD summer because of everything that was going on, and on the drive back up to Santa Barbara I threw up a slurpee all over myself. Gross.