College. In charge of concerts/ comedy shows/etc on campus ( along with a team of other thankfully). Big concert of the year night. Been busy as fuck all day, a few minor smoke and beer breaks in between classes and setting up for the show. My roommate and I had been all but exhausted to the point of passing out, so we decide to head back to the house, drink some energy drinks and relax before the show. Of course relaxing meant some trees were to be enjoyed. So as he brings out his bong I'm grinding away and decide to check my kief for the first time in a while. FUCKING MOTHERLOAD. So I get this huge grin on my face and say something like "hey so we're basically done and just gotta enjoy the show right?" He knows I'm not right but agrees and says if shit goes wrong, fuck it the volunteers or others on our team can handle it. Flashforward. We're high as balls and at the show. The first band is about to go on and I'm chilling with the second group, bunch of cool fairly young dudes. They mention wanting to get a little crazy before the show. To all but one this means just getting drunk, but the drummer, no he wants to fucking smoke. So me being the generous dude I am, invite him over (probably grinning like a high dumbass getting to smoke with a famous guy). Flashforward. We got this dude baked, along with ourselves even more. I'm melting into my bed at this point. We're all kind of zoned out and mellow. All of a sudden our phones start going off (or at least we notice). This mofo has to be on stage in ten minutes. My advisor is yelling at me over the phone telling me I better get there soon and he better not be too high. At this point I'm freaking out, I'm about to ruin this show, fuck. It's only my first year doing this not as a volunteer. The adrenaline kicks in and we run outside. It's now gotten dark and we're still high as balls and the caffeine/taurine is kicking in. I can only imagine what the three of us looked like running and laughing our asses off across campus. Especially since that soon stopped and turned into us yelling and freaking out. I'm yelling at my friend "dudew where the fuck are we? What is that tree? We don't have trees with flowers on our campus!" He yells back "DUDE, we fucking ran to Narnia! It's so pretty. Is our campus this pretty?" The drummer is laughing his ass off calling us dumbasses. I'm laughing at my friend for being a dumbass. I realize I'm also a dumbass and have gotten lost on a campus I've lived on for three years. I start yelling "Helloooo, anybody? Take us to the concert please" Thankfully a friend of mine was smoking outside the doors, heard us and ushered us in. I'm sweating balls cause I know we look high as balls and we've been running around for at least half an hour. I see my supervisor/advisor coming at us. He gives a big smile at us, now my brain is just breaking trying to figure everything out. Tells us they don't go on for at least fifteen more minutes but he knew our high asses would never get here on time without some urgency. The show turned out amazing and I probably never got as high ever again, but damn was it one hell of a rollercoaster ride of emotions. Oh also the half hour or so I thought we were running around was really maybe ten minutes or less. Another buddy of ours turned out to be following us laughing his ass off at our shenanigans. Wow that turned out long. I gotta start writing again to let all these words out somewhere. Preferably a bit more sober and less not concise.
TL;DR: Got baked as fuck while partially in charge of a big college concert and almost stopped one of the bands from performing cause I was busy getting their drummer baked.