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Last night I went to Petaluma for a party,something I never really go to. I got there and was quickly introduced to everyone, as there was quite a bit of people I haven't met before there. Beer pong was going on in the garage,a few people playing guitar hero in the living room,and people just chilling in the house and backyard. I found myself actually somewhat conversing and being more social with these people I've just met. which, if you know me, I don't do that very often. And after a few beers my social skill only increased I think. Shortly after I arrived a couple people came with the weed, it was an eighth I believe. I smoked a little with these new people and chilled outside with everyone. After a little while some people had to go, and most of us were in the garage either watching and partaking in beer pong. It was at that time that Garrett found an empty 5 gallon jug. He then voiced the idea of crafting a gravity bong out of it. Of course in our intoxicated state it seemed like the greatest idea ever thought of ever. For the next hour or so we were working on this on and off, using whatever tools we could find to try to peirce a hole in the jug. All the guys then sat in the garage as Garrett was putting the finishing touches to this masterpiece. We all sat around this makeshift bong, anxious and excited to try it and see if it'd actually work.
It's name was Poseidon, and he was our god.
Rip after rip we took, with the deep growls of the bubbling water inside of Poseidon. We sat in that garage for a while, laughing hysterically and reveling in joy of what an amazing idea this was, until the girls locked the door and I went through the doggy door to go get pizza or something. I remember all the guys took our shirts off and just chilled around the house, still going on and on about Poseidon. Had some interesting conversations with some people. The rest of the night went by rather fast and I probably don't remember the night in it's entirety. For some reason I guess I looked like I was unhappy or something to this girl, as people often think, but I don't think I could of been better at that moment. Kinda annoys me sometimes, maybe I wasn't smiling much or something, but I don't think that's a necessity for being happy. After a couple people started throwing up and such everyone started to settle down. I sat on a chair in the living room and eventually passed out, forgetting that some people were getting taco bell.
It was a great night to say the least, nights like these aren't something I experience very often.
This morning Garrett, Jason, and I stayed there for a while until most everyone left. We then decided to bring Poseidon to Kenny's house to keep it there. When we got there we ended up smoking with Poseidon again, which I definitely regret. I probably shouldn't of smoked again in the morning after a night like that, let alone use the mighty Poseidon. Garrett and Kenny had to go to work so I chilled with Jason for a while longer, though I was too high to really converse or do anything. Two sessions with Poseidon in that small amount of time was way too much. I had to leave Petaluma early and felt pretty bad about leaving Jason by himself, but it was the only time I could get a ride home.
I probably won't smoke again for a little while, since I like to keep it an occasional thing.
It feels great though and actually going out and having an amazing night after not doing anything for a week.
Poseidon hath vanquished me, I'm so fucking worn out.
It's name was Poseidon, and he was our god.
Rip after rip we took, with the deep growls of the bubbling water inside of Poseidon. We sat in that garage for a while, laughing hysterically and reveling in joy of what an amazing idea this was, until the girls locked the door and I went through the doggy door to go get pizza or something. I remember all the guys took our shirts off and just chilled around the house, still going on and on about Poseidon. Had some interesting conversations with some people. The rest of the night went by rather fast and I probably don't remember the night in it's entirety. For some reason I guess I looked like I was unhappy or something to this girl, as people often think, but I don't think I could of been better at that moment. Kinda annoys me sometimes, maybe I wasn't smiling much or something, but I don't think that's a necessity for being happy. After a couple people started throwing up and such everyone started to settle down. I sat on a chair in the living room and eventually passed out, forgetting that some people were getting taco bell.
It was a great night to say the least, nights like these aren't something I experience very often.
This morning Garrett, Jason, and I stayed there for a while until most everyone left. We then decided to bring Poseidon to Kenny's house to keep it there. When we got there we ended up smoking with Poseidon again, which I definitely regret. I probably shouldn't of smoked again in the morning after a night like that, let alone use the mighty Poseidon. Garrett and Kenny had to go to work so I chilled with Jason for a while longer, though I was too high to really converse or do anything. Two sessions with Poseidon in that small amount of time was way too much. I had to leave Petaluma early and felt pretty bad about leaving Jason by himself, but it was the only time I could get a ride home.
I probably won't smoke again for a little while, since I like to keep it an occasional thing.
It feels great though and actually going out and having an amazing night after not doing anything for a week.
Poseidon hath vanquished me, I'm so fucking worn out.