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Since I’m back in Vegas and drunk on Xmas Eve, I can tell yall a story. Remember when I did this poll? Well there was 1 ticket available for the front row center seat for cirque du soleil (water version) cause no one goes to shows by themselves...except ya boy! (Me)
So I go and get an edible and she asks what my normal dosage is. “20?” Yea, sure!
It’s not. It’s definitely 10 and she gave me 25 for some “extra fun!” I have never had anything more than 10mg...
So I time it and get to the show...
It’s not. It’s definitely 10 and she gave me 25 for some “extra fun!” I have never had anything more than 10mg...
So I time it and get to the show...
Hits right on the 45 min mark. Now having outer body experiences, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to walk again, & people are directly above me 40ft in the air doing quadruple back flips & my keen ass senses are watching people slip they’re grip & other things I don’t need to see
The show was incredible and I recommend anyone to go see it. Except, I could only pay attention for about 4 min at a time before I started thinking about how fast my heart could beat before it exploded & whether or not they’d stop the show if I fainted in the front row...
So during breaks, a duo of clowns came out & had a story line I couldn’t follow cause I was wondering why my legs don’t work now. Well, I’m in my head & suddenly feel someone pulling my arm. It’s one of the clowns & he’s pulling me on stage. I start praying it’s not real life...
It is. And now I’m going on stage in front of thousands of people the highest I’ve ever been in my life. It’s my fault though. I wore this metallic ass gold shirt & all the women & gay dancers kept winking at me during the show. They told those clowns to grab my high ass...
So now I’m on stage and you’d think it would blow my high or I’d pee my pants or SOMETHING! Naw, ya boy was so high, I was zoning out ON STAGE & then would zone back in & realize I’m hitting a mean cha-cha dance! Having no idea if that what I was supposed to be doing or not!
Zoning in & out 3 times on stage & back to me doing a different dance, including salsa with the clown. I get & an applause from the audience. Great, it’s over. NOAP! The “I don’t think I can walk” feeling comes back & now I’m afraid to walk down the stage steps. So what do I do?
I fucking jump! Granted the front row was right next to the stage. But it’s easily a 5 ft jump when I’m about 6 ft high. I land in my seat, take a bow, everyone laughs, & I smile like Kodak Black cause I’m just nervous that everyone knows I’m tripping so damn bad...
Show ends. Everyone coming up to me & telling me I was great. Idk if it’s cause I did or cause I went on that stage & stood there for 4 mins straight & imagined everything in my head & they felt bad for me. I walked back to my room & recorded me discussing it so I don’t forget...
Here’s me (still high) recounting how I got pulled on stage in front of thousands of folks at Cirque Du Soleil. I called the company to see if they recorded or took pics that night, they didn’t. But they all remembered be & were hysterically laughing. Merry Christmas.
I really wish someone somewhere would appear with a picture or video from that night
