Hindsight is 420/20: A Weekend to Forget
I don't know where in the Hell to begin. This weekend has been so fucked up... Lordy.
Friday was Prom for JV, right? & of course I didn't go, so I called up a friend of mine (fellow Joo-in-crime) to see what she was up to & if she'd like to help me make a night of things. So we meet up, head off to Starbucks armed with our phones in search of the elusive pot. Both of us had just ran out & everyone we knew was either out of town, at prom, or dry. So bugger that, we start looking for coke. Easily found (far too easy, if you ask me... I'm never touching the stuff again) & we blow away (no pun intended) forty dollars worth in about thirty minutes. Oh, did I forget to mention that my dear JiC supposed to be fresh & clean-clean outta rehab? I didn't? Oops.
So we decided, hey. We're going to get some more! &end up at the freshly purchased apartment of two guys I used to work with, whose guests include not only us, but some girl close to passing out & some fat drunk dude in a cowboy hat (for once I'm not the idiot in ridiculous headgear). We end up waiting around for two hours on a deal that was supposed to take forty-five minutes, tops. An hour & a half into waiting, one of the guys I worked with shows up with another guy I used to work with, only he wasn't a waiter (he worked the grill station). This guy, we'll call him Grill Man, walks in swearing in Spanish & pointing his finger around the room as though he's interrogating us for interrupting his six-going-on-seven day tweak. This isn't the guy we were waiting on, but he's willing to give me a twenty for grins (which took not a lot of convincing, but a lot of waiting around for him to stop being a deranged dick-head). We take our prize & scury, get home, do our twenty & I decide that I want more. & after making a few phone calls, & trying to bribe Sarah to come with me, I head back over to the apartment of my soon-to-be nightmares.
Running low on gas & drugs, I head back. I walk in, excuse myself to take a piss, come out & Jeff (one of the gents I worked with) & Grill Man are silently arguing in Spanish, the latter with eyes becoming increasingly larger & more threatening. I ask for my twenty, excusing myself for being to blunt but hey, I got shit to do. Turns out Grill Man doesn't have anything on him & I must suffer through a car ride with him & Jeff in order to obtain what I came for. So we hop in the car, leaving mine at the apartment, & head out into the wilderness. The entire time I'm thinking Grill Man is going to rape me, because he's that fucked up on meth. But he doesn't-- only when we drop him off, he claims that Jeff has what I came for & instead hands me a bag of weed. I'm confused & tell him that it's not what I came for, but of course I take it anyway. After all, it's what we set out in search of in the first place, right? & though we were had out hearts set on the white substance, weed is (in both our opinions) considerably more enjoyable. Oh, the Grill/Meth Man was totally lying-- Jeff didn't have shit. Which, in hindsight, is a Very Good Thing.
I show up to her place with my booty & she rolls four joints. We take off into the dawn, dressed in absurdly mismatched pajamas & toking without a care in the world. We end up in a lovely park right across from her Rehab facility (which should have been foreshadowing enough), shooting the shit & sharing yet another joint. After an hour & a half or so, we head home for a blissfully lethargic morning of Weeds & weed. After two more joints, we decide on a nap.
A few hours later, I'm woken up by a teary-eyed joo telling me that I have to go home. Apparently, her mother found some residual weed on the table & was none too happy about it. ("I just found marijuana on the table after a year of you being sober"). If only mama knew...
Ps. Happy birthday to Stephen Colbert :)
Friday was Prom for JV, right? & of course I didn't go, so I called up a friend of mine (fellow Joo-in-crime) to see what she was up to & if she'd like to help me make a night of things. So we meet up, head off to Starbucks armed with our phones in search of the elusive pot. Both of us had just ran out & everyone we knew was either out of town, at prom, or dry. So bugger that, we start looking for coke. Easily found (far too easy, if you ask me... I'm never touching the stuff again) & we blow away (no pun intended) forty dollars worth in about thirty minutes. Oh, did I forget to mention that my dear JiC supposed to be fresh & clean-clean outta rehab? I didn't? Oops.
So we decided, hey. We're going to get some more! &end up at the freshly purchased apartment of two guys I used to work with, whose guests include not only us, but some girl close to passing out & some fat drunk dude in a cowboy hat (for once I'm not the idiot in ridiculous headgear). We end up waiting around for two hours on a deal that was supposed to take forty-five minutes, tops. An hour & a half into waiting, one of the guys I worked with shows up with another guy I used to work with, only he wasn't a waiter (he worked the grill station). This guy, we'll call him Grill Man, walks in swearing in Spanish & pointing his finger around the room as though he's interrogating us for interrupting his six-going-on-seven day tweak. This isn't the guy we were waiting on, but he's willing to give me a twenty for grins (which took not a lot of convincing, but a lot of waiting around for him to stop being a deranged dick-head). We take our prize & scury, get home, do our twenty & I decide that I want more. & after making a few phone calls, & trying to bribe Sarah to come with me, I head back over to the apartment of my soon-to-be nightmares.
Running low on gas & drugs, I head back. I walk in, excuse myself to take a piss, come out & Jeff (one of the gents I worked with) & Grill Man are silently arguing in Spanish, the latter with eyes becoming increasingly larger & more threatening. I ask for my twenty, excusing myself for being to blunt but hey, I got shit to do. Turns out Grill Man doesn't have anything on him & I must suffer through a car ride with him & Jeff in order to obtain what I came for. So we hop in the car, leaving mine at the apartment, & head out into the wilderness. The entire time I'm thinking Grill Man is going to rape me, because he's that fucked up on meth. But he doesn't-- only when we drop him off, he claims that Jeff has what I came for & instead hands me a bag of weed. I'm confused & tell him that it's not what I came for, but of course I take it anyway. After all, it's what we set out in search of in the first place, right? & though we were had out hearts set on the white substance, weed is (in both our opinions) considerably more enjoyable. Oh, the Grill/Meth Man was totally lying-- Jeff didn't have shit. Which, in hindsight, is a Very Good Thing.
I show up to her place with my booty & she rolls four joints. We take off into the dawn, dressed in absurdly mismatched pajamas & toking without a care in the world. We end up in a lovely park right across from her Rehab facility (which should have been foreshadowing enough), shooting the shit & sharing yet another joint. After an hour & a half or so, we head home for a blissfully lethargic morning of Weeds & weed. After two more joints, we decide on a nap.
A few hours later, I'm woken up by a teary-eyed joo telling me that I have to go home. Apparently, her mother found some residual weed on the table & was none too happy about it. ("I just found marijuana on the table after a year of you being sober"). If only mama knew...
Ps. Happy birthday to Stephen Colbert :)