As some of you know, he pretty much lives for the Coachella Music Festival, which runs two consecutive weekends every year in April.
I had to buy his two tickets for him ($330 each) many months in advance, because it sells out, and he didn't have a credit card to make the purchase. He paid me back eventually.
But that's not really the story here.
The first weekend took place from April 13-15, and everything went fine. He stayed in a motel with someone he has known since 1994, and he has gone with this person for several years in a row. They have opposite tastes in music, so they don't hang out there, but they split costs and he is also provided with transportation to and from the event (which is about 120 miles from where he lives).
The first weekend went off without a hitch.
However, this person had no desire to go with him for the second weekend, as they weren't as dedicated to Coachella as Ken.
This is the first year where they're doing two weekends of Coachella, whereas previous years it was only one, so this issue hadn't come up before.
Ken had two problems he had to overcome in order to make the second weekend work:
1) He needed transportation to and from the event
2) He needed someone else to pay for half the motel room
He solved #1 by taking the Greyhound bus.
However, he was having a real hard time finding someone to share the motel with him, and he finally found a girl in her 30s from the internet to agree to do so.
This girl had never met him before, nor had she seen a picture of him...
... and apparently she was a bit concerned about staying alone in a motel room with a man she didn't know. Ken assured her that he was harmless and that everything would be fine, but I knew it wouldn't work out. Obviously his appearance would be very unnerving to a girl that didn't know him, and she would be unlikely to feel comfortable with him.
That's exactly what happened. The girl was VERY uncomfortable around him, and I guess he said something to really make her nervous (I don't know exactly what it was), and she bailed on him after the first night. He was still on the hook for two more nights, and now didn't have a roommate to split the bill.
He then went into panic mode and started calling everyone, including me, begging for money. I wasn't awake to answer the call, as I had caught a mild cold from Benjamin and went to sleep unusually early that night.
However, before the roommate situation went sour, she gave him several cookies that she had brought down for the show. Ken didn't bother to ask what was in the cookies, and just naively assumed that she liked cookies and brought them for a snack.
He ate five of them.
Apparently they were full of marijuana and God knows what else, and he ended up fainting while in line that morning to get into the show. They took him to the first aid tent, and he was so out of it that he didn't recover until 5pm, and missed most of the concerts he wanted to see that day.
He somehow scrounged up enough money to pay the remaning hotel bill and return to LA on the Greyhound, and is now safely at home, though very disappointed that he missed a large part of one of the days.
He gave me permission to tell this story, so don't Yebknife me.
Thought some of you might be interested.