So it begins
So tonight was fucking awesome. We planned a trip to The Bench to go drinking for a night, rather than smoking. Most of my friends are trying to cut back for a week. So we go clean out the rack of 40s at Stop n Shop and hit up the bench with the girls who weren't being bitchy and staying home. We got out and there weren't many people, so we chilled at the bench and cracked open the 40s. After a while people started showing up, and there was the usual bench pothead chatter.
Suddenly a pair of hit girls sitting on the hill near the bench called over to ask if anyone had a bowl. Since I had mine out, I grabbed it and brought it over. One of the girls was reasonably attractive, the brunette. The other, the blonde, was drop dead gorgeous. They were playing a drinking boardgame with shots of Magic Hat, which in and of itself is pretty cool. After I introduced them to the Majick Flute, they took out some tree and started packing it. We passed it around and talked while they were playing, and I noted that their tree had a good taste to it. It was mellow, but also slightly sweet-ish, which is something I haven't tasted before. The hot blonde mentioned that she could get some sort of mango flavor tree from one of her friends. I was, of course, intrigued. Blueberry and grapefruit were excellent; I'd imagine mango would be exceptional. So we talked about it for a minute, then she came out and gave me her phone number and said to call her about it.
She gave me her phone number without me even asking for it.
Bitchin'.
Welcome to my Majick Journal. I am the owner of the Majick Flute, and this is the chronicle of our travels.