Doing Boys and Doing Drugs and doing everything in my power to have So Much Fun.
In my brief documentary filmmaker stage (no, I didn't have a camera, but I had ever so many ideas), I had the idea of making a documentary of me, a drug virgin, doing "All The Drugs" on a series of concecutive days, over a relitivly short period of time. Like on the first day I would be drinking a cup of coffee, but by day fifteen I'd be on to the meth. But then I thought of Go Ask Alice, and realised I wasn't in high-school, and instead of doing All The Drugs, I did all the boys.
So last night I did The Drugs for the third time in my entire life, the pot* for the first time with The Ashley and The Vanessa. Despite having the most fun ever** I don't think I'll do the pot again. It seems like it makes everything take too long, and I'm really far too impatient to do things slowly***.
But I did decide that having successfully quit boys for several months, the time has come to unquit them. During an impromptu midnight visit to Michelle's last night, conversation led me to the conclusion that despite any trouble they may cause, I like boys much more than I like drugs, and having just "kicked my drug habit", I have an "empty place in my life that needs filling", and I'm saving religion for when I inevitably get pregnant and need a place to leave the bassinette.
So spread the word: lecherous, promiscuous Margarita is potentially back. Last night she arrived home at three am, ate two sandwiches, and spent an hour writing a list of every boy she would consider having a crush on, then drew crude characatures and made up comical aliases for them, then ripped it up and ate another sandwich. How embarassing.
*Unlike All "The Drugs", I don't know that I like the pot enough to give it gratuitious capital letters.
**We crashed a boat party and ate so much shrimp and learned so much French and hung with our new five year old chum Mayabelle, and we met some seventeen year olds (boo!) and a sixty year old Scottish Oncologist who played the bagpipes like all good Scottish people and who resembled Mick Jagger and was after Ashley, and we were so close to the stage at the symphony splash that we seriously considered rushing it, but didn't, which is a good thing because then Vanessa might have fallen in the harbour even sooner than she actually did.
***Related: Kate and Caitlin, I'm sorry we didn't manage to meet up with you guys. It was crowded and we kept getting distracted and doing sketchy things. I blame the pot, and am going to make a point of being more reliable in the future. But we saw Rhiannon! Did you see Rhiannon? Hi Rhiannon!
So last night I did The Drugs for the third time in my entire life, the pot* for the first time with The Ashley and The Vanessa. Despite having the most fun ever** I don't think I'll do the pot again. It seems like it makes everything take too long, and I'm really far too impatient to do things slowly***.
But I did decide that having successfully quit boys for several months, the time has come to unquit them. During an impromptu midnight visit to Michelle's last night, conversation led me to the conclusion that despite any trouble they may cause, I like boys much more than I like drugs, and having just "kicked my drug habit", I have an "empty place in my life that needs filling", and I'm saving religion for when I inevitably get pregnant and need a place to leave the bassinette.
So spread the word: lecherous, promiscuous Margarita is potentially back. Last night she arrived home at three am, ate two sandwiches, and spent an hour writing a list of every boy she would consider having a crush on, then drew crude characatures and made up comical aliases for them, then ripped it up and ate another sandwich. How embarassing.
*Unlike All "The Drugs", I don't know that I like the pot enough to give it gratuitious capital letters.
**We crashed a boat party and ate so much shrimp and learned so much French and hung with our new five year old chum Mayabelle, and we met some seventeen year olds (boo!) and a sixty year old Scottish Oncologist who played the bagpipes like all good Scottish people and who resembled Mick Jagger and was after Ashley, and we were so close to the stage at the symphony splash that we seriously considered rushing it, but didn't, which is a good thing because then Vanessa might have fallen in the harbour even sooner than she actually did.
***Related: Kate and Caitlin, I'm sorry we didn't manage to meet up with you guys. It was crowded and we kept getting distracted and doing sketchy things. I blame the pot, and am going to make a point of being more reliable in the future. But we saw Rhiannon! Did you see Rhiannon? Hi Rhiannon!