hippies

u cannot escape them, i travel 5000 miles only to find more, wtf...and not to mention some were from the hippiedom of boulder...so im trying to explain to my brazilian friends just exactly what i deem is a hippie...first they didnt know what patchouli is, then i went back in time to the true hippies of the 60s and 70s followed by an explaination of trust fund hippies and eventually boulder hippies...

one set was at a cultural, art, and music show we attended...now it sounds like it could be a good time, i like all the above but something just wasnt right...upon arrival after 3 hours of waiting for, guess what, girls to get ready...we head straight to the bar to find its not cash, u have to stand in another line for drink tickets, dumb...so we've been itching to drink for a long while now and the line as are most lines sucks...not the length or anything but how people never learned to stay sorta one behind the other and move along once a purchase is completed...no it was just a clusterfuck of idiots, not even drunk yet, standing around being retarded...so we finally get the tickets and wait again at the bar...eventually i get my whiskey and wait in another line for my coke...next we visited the room where the "bands" we playing...i only put quotes because i dont classify hippie music as a real band because this is where my second set of long flowery dressed, pot smoking, i think i know how to play the guitar people we found...i turned right around and walked out into the garden only to hear them still through the outside speakers...finally the pain ended but my drink was empty so i returned to the lines...

unorganized, unplanned is what i call this mess...beyond the lines were three bartenders...one only had to hand out beers, sodas, etc...two others handled the straight pours and in this case, the pain in the ass factor drinks...by definition we charge more for anything that takes time to concoct...a caiprihina is one of these drinks, first u muddle a shitload of fruit, then ice, simple syrup, and finally vodka or cachasa...shaken, shaken, and shaken, pour...now the guy doing this was going as fast as he could, i give him props, he's got 4 going at a time and the other is just cutting up fresh strawberries as quick as they're muddled...now all i needed was a quick two pours of red label but i was also picking up one of these pains for someone else...finally after standing and looking like an idiot for ten minutes or so, not getting served because i cant speak brazilian enough to ask before the jackasses behind me do, a girl says a few things which i translated into this guy needs one too, just like mine, thanks whoever you were, id had finished my two drinks straight up no coke and would be feeling rather hungover today at that rate...i just dont get it, but the planning one only one bartender for an event with 500+ people just doesnt make sense in any culture...

all said and drank, we decided the party wasnt happening so we eventually took off, stopped for a quick bite and hit the sack...win some lose sum.