Apr 10, 2008 23:25
Okay, I'm sitting on a plane next to a nice man who is making notes about what his church can do to help members in the declining economy, and I? I am writing about Panic at the Disco being Amish and getting stoned for the first time.
I CANNOT STOP GIGGLING!
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An exerpt:
"You can Google it," Jon says, flicking the lighter and inhaling another lungful. He passes them both to Ryan, who takes a toke before sending it in Spencer's direction. Spencer looks at it just as dubiously as he had the first one, but he takes another hit, coughing as he tries to hold in the smoke the way Jon had shown them.
"Don't booger it," Brendon chides, and Jon loses it.
"Bogart, bogart," He corrects through his giggles, then gives in and rolls on the floor laughing til he cries.
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ETA: Soooooooooo I'm stuck in Minneapolis! Yes, I know, Minneapolis is not typically on the way from Albuquerque to Atlanta, but Delta is just that special and who knew when I booked it that there would be a freak April blizzard? I missed my connection by about fifteen minutes, and with all the American passengers being rebooked on other airlines, the next flight out was all booked. Ah, well, I'm booked on a 7am flight, so maybe I'll actually make it home at some point tomorrow, and I'm getting out of the 6 hours of conference calls. And I got to go to the Mall of America!
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