Skies Electric

So on Sunday Travis and I drove to Miami to see a screening of Animal Collective's "Oddsac". The whole experience was interesting, to say the least. The drive was easy, but the venue was in a pretty dangerous part of town. We had a couple run-ins with local "residents" while we were trying to find parking and eat our PB&Js. We paid $5 to park in this lot "guarded" by a man with very few teeth who said he would be there until we returned. There were all these sky scrapers with marvelous lawns with terrains like some kind of MC Etcher drawings that apparently no one is allowed to touch. At all.
We decided it would be in our best interest to just go wait at the venue, so we did and were first in a line of a few hundred people. The venue itself was an industrial modern club with a huge dance floor filled with plastic chairs set up in front of a large screen. Naturally Travis and I sat front row center, the best seats in the venue hands down. The sound was incredible, the visuals were mind-blowing, and the experience as a whole was nearly indescribable. Because of where we were seated we were pretty much engulfed in this film entirely, which made everything so much more intense. It was so good though. So good.
We walked back to the car, drove for a few seconds, then pulled over on the street to find out how to get to my aunt's condo. All the sudden the guy who we paid to park stumbled up, under some kind of influence, and started telling us how we had to pay another $5 since we stayed after 7. There were no other cars in the lot, we were the only one the whole night, and apparently he had gone upstairs for a minute when we got our car and left. He didn't get violent, but he kept talking like he was about to pull out a gun and demand the rest of the money. There came a point where he pretty much stopped talking, so Travis and I took that opportunity to say "bye" and GETDAFUCK OUT OF THERE. We just left him standing on the corner.
We stayed at My aunt and Uncle's condo which was so wonderful. My aunt treated us like royalty: made us a full dinner, offered anything we could have wanted, let us shower and clean up, and everything. It was so great. We woke up the next morning, it was rainy and cloudy out, and had a quick breakfast before my aunt armed us with 8 double shots. We drove back to St. Augustine and got back around 5 or so.