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Originally Posted by Hemi57
FNK Tent City sounds like a good idea, at first. We'll have to see what more people think as the event gets closer.
Just being up there will be fine for me!
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"Tent city".
Heheh.
Shambhala was a giant tent city in my expeirence.
Our crew was divied up into two. Camp Pamplemousse (the cool camp... literally. We were smart enough to pick a spot in the shade) and Camp Meef (out in the open, further down the road).
My amusing Shambhala story is that of the Magical Forest Weed.
So, in preparation for Shambhala, I decide to stock up on my drugs. I had:
1 oz. bud
1/2 oz. mush
2 gelcaps E
2 hits acid
So when Saturday rolls around, I've got a sizeable chunk out of the weed (I'm at about 2/3 of the bag left) and our crew makes a trip out to the river. On the way back, I check my watch and see, "Oh. It's 4:20", so the entire crew stops and we have a major sesh circle.
Now, I'm fairly certain at that point that I picked up the bag of weed and put it in my pocket. Then we wander off to Camp Meef and chill out there for about 10 minutes, then wander further back into the bowels of Camp Pamplemousse.
Once we get there, I believe Drew recommends that we crack open some weed, so I reach into my pocket and.... nothing there... WTF? I go through my bag, my pockets, everywhere. Not there. Mayhaps flailed?
Wait a minute, I think... last I remember it it was on the trail whilst we were in the sesh circle. So I wander back to where I remember the circle, no bag there. Continue to retrace my steps, looking for a dropped bag, all the way to Camp Meef. Ask if anybody there's seen a bag of weed... nobody has.... I don't even know anybody really there. Follow my steps back to Camp Pamplemousse, and sit down.
Oh well, I figure.
If it makes its way back, I'll see it then. If it's lost and gone forever I hope it gets someone stoned.
So Drew cracks open his weed as consolation and we smoke that up. Friends rule.
About 3 hours later, Joday and Tom comes waltzing into the camp, asking "Anybody lose a bag of weed?"
Toss me the bag. It's about half of what I left it at, but it's mah weed. I call the claim, and huzzah! I have my weed back. Tom tells me that they took the liberty of smoking some of it. I say, Great! It got my friends ripped! That's what it was supposed to do!
And thus, since nobody knew where it came from, they had named it the Magical Forest Weed.
The End.