HellaFlush Fuji weekend was pretty crazy. At least I was okay after the fact. But none the less, the trip to Fuji was a big and I had seen tons of content from the previous year’s event.
A couple nights before HellaFlush Gary text me letting me know his eye had gotten really irritating and was headed to the hospital to get it checked out. He said it was plausible that going to Fuji for him would be canceled. My heart kind of sank at that moment but I soon realized that there wasn’t much I could do this late in the game. It wasn’t as though I had to go. My thirst to explore and meet new people, see new things and have a grand old time, as anyone wishes for was probably the biggest reason that I even considered going.
On Friday night I came home and cooked a simple meal, wasted my life for a little while trolling through Facebook and then wandered into the living room to chat with my house mates. When I finally managed to get to bed, well, because I was so excited sleeping didn’t really happen. I seriously lay in bed just tossing and turning after finishing up preparations of my bag thinking to myself, “Porsche, Porsche, Porsche…”, which wasn’t helping my already terrible sleep schedule.
My autumn break was just getting better every week, and it was about to get better every hour.
It got to the point where I couldn’t sleep at all was wide awake in bed, at that point I just decided to go play some video games for a good hour, I mean who doesn’t love some strategic pwnage at 4 in the morning against a bunch of angry Americans right before you roar off in a Porsche to one of Japan’s biggest car meets.
I got a text from Gary around 5:30 and he let me know he was on his way. I grabbed everything I needed, a few extras and ran out the door.