Shroom Elevator Horror

Elevator Horror Story:

One time me and my friend Isla went to San Fransisco for a hippy festival. Her dad brought us there because he worked for the Hilton hotel he would get good deals. The day of the festival we went out to get breakfast before going at a diner. The food was delicious and the entertainment was interesting. Through a glass door we saw a girl collapse in the street and not long after get carried out by a stretcher. Anyways we made our way over to the festival in Golden Gate Park. It was Hardly Strictly Bluegrass and it was free entree so there was a lot of people. The way it was set up was there were multiple stages all playing at the same time and you could just go listen to whichever one. Once her dad got settled, I had one objective, to get us some shrooms. Naturally it wasn't too hard, I found the perfect guy, he had the mushroom hat, glasses, the whole swagger. He was selling these 4 gram chocolate bars and recommended we only take one or two squares because it's strong. We found a shady spot and took a square. Then we just walked around exploring, we were talking about not wanting to see my friends evil ex and all of a sudden this random hippie guy butts into the conversation like "Yeah don't manifest that shit." He had the long ass hair and he was selling tie dye shirts. We started talking to him and somehow got talking about frisbees. He said he actually had one in his car and his friend was going to get it later if we wanted to play, so I gave him my number and we continued to walk around. About an hour goes by and we still don't feel anything so we decide to take another square. Another hour and the chocolate bar is starting to melt so I just started slurping that shit up. We were like ravenous animals. Eventually me and my friend are smothered in chocolate all over our hands and face. Literally right after the carnage, I got a text from frisbee guy to come play. We get there and him, his friend and us are all playing. He needed to deal with a customer for a second so we checked out this ladies shop next to him. She was selling friendship bracelets and shrooms and I didn't think this stuff was going to hit so I bought more and she gave us free bracelets! We continue playing and everything is starting to feel kind of weird. My friend Isla then throws the frisbee and decks an old woman in the face. I took this as a cue to leave. The sun was starting to set and I couldn't feel my body. We walked like 40 minutes back to the car and the drive to the hotel was so beautiful I wanted to call everyone in my family. So here's where the real story starts. 

Some background info is that our hotel is on strike so every time we walk in and out we have a parade of people hating us which was awkward. Then to use the elevator you have to scan your room key first then you can go to your floor. The only floor you can go without a card is the lobby. Her dad was on floor 30 and we were on floor 38. We all get on the elevator and we say bye to him, then we get to our room. My friend had our room key in her phone case which she left in the car. So we decide we should go to the lobby and get new keys. We get back in the elevator and I'm pressing the lobby button but it won't light up. The doors shut and nothing is working. All of a sudden we are going up, fast.  The whole elevator is covered in mirrors, even the ceiling and we were peaking hard it was interesting. We get to the very top floor which was a bar/resturant with glass windows all around. Our elevator opens to a bunch of French people who are staring at us speaking their weird language. I had been holding my piss since the festival and I really needed a bathroom. The bathroom ended up being up MORE stairs and my head felt like it was going to explode. Then there was a skinny hallway with a door, the door led to another hallway with a door, guess what that door led to, another hallway and finally the bathroom. I decide I should just call her dad on my phone so I open my phone and for some reason it has that thing that is like "phone unavailable try again in 5 minutes." Like what. So we sit on a couch watching the sun go down and we thought our next best idea was to ask the bartender for help. He had no clue what we were talking about and kind of ran away from us. So I thought we should just wait until there's an empty elevator with no French people and we can try to go to the lobby again. We finally made it to the lobby and we go to the front desk to get room keys. There's only two ladies and there's one on the phone busy so we go to the free lady and explain that we left our room key in the car and we need to contact her dad on floor 30. It's like she was angry she yelled 'WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT" So we told her again for her to be like 'WHAT". At this point I'm really agitated and high and so I just yell back at her "We need to get to floor 30 of the hotel" This bitch goes "WHAT IS A VOR 30" Like "FLOOR 30 OF THE HOTEL" She just goes I don't understand. The other lady comes over and immediately understands our situation and helps us out. Her dad comes down and just says, "I knew you guys wouldn't be able to get into the room." There's the story thanks y'all for reading.