Probably gonna forget this post and let it die cus I'm to lazy to write.
> Spent the morning writing songs tweaking my stream for Sunday which is sc movie night and drawing fat ass baby unicorns and ponies and shit for fluffy community.
>Husband says he's hungry.
>I start making soup out of various leftovers
>Client suddenly wants me to install windows in their shed while I'm in the middle of making soup
>Extremely last minute but the pay is good so I decide I'm in.
>Starts panicking trying to find containers to put the f@cking soup in while getting my husband a bowl he ended up eating three bowls while I was running around the house looking for a container
>None of the containers are clean enough and my ride is waiting for me
>Neighbor swoops in and saves the day with actually clean Tupperwares saying she owed me a solid, god she's cool. I was able to barely fit all the soup in. I guess my husbands stomach was the extra container thank God.
>Throw on my noise cancelling headphones and sunglasses, almost didn't find my fidget spinner. I decided looking wasn't worth it but I realized it was in my pocket the entire time.
>I get there and manage to install like one window. The client wants me to come to his party says guests will like me and I should sing/play an instrument. Says he has a shit ton of instruments.
> I can hear people in the distance. I'd rather install windows. Fixing these fucked up windows seems far better to me than going to a loud party full of people. I literally already did jazz club this month idk if I have the energy FUCK
> client really. Really. Really. Wants me to go. Says I will get the pay I was promised even if I don't finish the windows as long as I leave now and go. I explain I only did one window client says it's okay I didn't have enough time to finish anyway -
> Sigh. Guess the real reason I'm being payed is to sing at this party.
>Audience is a bunch of hippies so I make a song about talking trees and shit. They love it.
> Was a pot luck. Luckily despite my religion I could eat there because the entire potluck was vegan. Client had a bowl of fruit ready for me to "give" to the potluck I can't help but feel this was pre planned
> Client gets drunk and was my ride home from work.
> I'm overwhelmed by noise.
> so loud
> So many people
> So much noise
> Even the smells of food are to much
>So. So fucking loud.
> Help
> A woman comes up to me telling me I seem stressed and asks if I need a cupcake. I tell her I need to first organize a ride home before I think about food. She says I should just take the cupcake. I call a neighbor and that neighbor is one I did some favors for before so she (this is different than the other neighbor previously mentioned) she decides to give me a ride THANK YOU.
>says she will swing by in two hours.
> I start chowing down on my cupcake while waiting.
> Cupcake is good. Suddenly I am feeling way less stressed and a lot better at the party, I even start dancing, although my dancing sucked and I fell to the floor. I was having extremely strong cravings for another cupcake.
>Eats another.
>Realizes I feel weird
>Decides to have lemonade.
> Lemonade was infused with weed or some shit
>Now I realize I am fucking high off the lemonade or so I think. I panic and someone tells me that I should eat more in order to make the high feeling go away.
>Eats another cupcake.
Lemonade wasn't the only thing with weed oil in it.
>When life gives you lemons don't trust that shit
>My ride picks me up thank god
> Husband is confused that I'm this stoned.
> He is also stoned.
> We ate all the soup leftovers.
Moral of the story, don't trust people that try to push you to do things that make you uncomfortable or drop you on things last minute. If someone is pushy or drops something last minute don't trust that shit. That person doesn't give a fuck about you. Also hippie vegan potlucks are apparently very likely to be laced with weed.
Also moral of the story: I am a fucking idiot who needs to not rely on other fucking idiots and put myself in a situation like that.
Although I was cash apped the money I was owed and now I have 85$ so that's good. and a plate of potluck food. A plate I threw away because FUCK THAT. What if it was laced with something worse I don't know what the fuck is in the shit?
Never making this dumb mistake again.
The end.
