Two weeks ago tomorrow, which would make it a Friday, an acquaintance of mine called up my new bffl, Cheynnyne (pronounced like the capital of Wyoming) and asked if he wanted to go with her on a road trip to DC on Sunday. No one else was yet invited, so I too was invited since I had never been to DC and, well, I'm just fuckin' awesome.
Saturday rolled around and I told my parents that I was going to DC. They were kind of worried, but what parents wouldn't be, especially consider that I've never been on a road trip, or traveled much of anywhere at all. By Saturday night, I was packing my bags, because we were leaving at 2am on Sunday. (Or so I thought.) I left my house with a backpack full of STUFF--nothing too useful really--and told my parents I would see them whenever we got back.
As planned, I wound up in RJ's basement with him and Cheynnyne. We probably hit a bong all night; I can't quite remember the details. When "morning" came around, but really, it was just barely past midnight, I asked Cheynnyne when Meg will be arriving to leave. He looked at me all confused and realized that I had gotten the am/pm thing wrong, and told me we were leaving Sunday afternoon. Meaning I was locked out of my house with no place to crash. So Cheynnyne and I slept in my car. By the time the sun came up, my car was a fucking oven.
Anyway, Chey and I met up with Meg to pick up bud, and then the three of us met up with RJ to smoke before leaving, until we realized, WTF, RJ ISN'T COMING? WHY THE F NOT?!!? So we convinced RJ to come because he had NOTHING better to do. (He's sometimes slightly retarded.) So we picked up bud, dutches, rolling papers, and packed a bong and a bowl with us and hit the road by 3:30.
(The interesting part of the story comes later but I'm too enraptured in other things to actually write much more, but I had to pick someplace to leave off
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Saturday rolled around and I told my parents that I was going to DC. They were kind of worried, but what parents wouldn't be, especially consider that I've never been on a road trip, or traveled much of anywhere at all. By Saturday night, I was packing my bags, because we were leaving at 2am on Sunday. (Or so I thought.) I left my house with a backpack full of STUFF--nothing too useful really--and told my parents I would see them whenever we got back.
As planned, I wound up in RJ's basement with him and Cheynnyne. We probably hit a bong all night; I can't quite remember the details. When "morning" came around, but really, it was just barely past midnight, I asked Cheynnyne when Meg will be arriving to leave. He looked at me all confused and realized that I had gotten the am/pm thing wrong, and told me we were leaving Sunday afternoon. Meaning I was locked out of my house with no place to crash. So Cheynnyne and I slept in my car. By the time the sun came up, my car was a fucking oven.
Anyway, Chey and I met up with Meg to pick up bud, and then the three of us met up with RJ to smoke before leaving, until we realized, WTF, RJ ISN'T COMING? WHY THE F NOT?!!? So we convinced RJ to come because he had NOTHING better to do. (He's sometimes slightly retarded.) So we picked up bud, dutches, rolling papers, and packed a bong and a bowl with us and hit the road by 3:30.
(The interesting part of the story comes later but I'm too enraptured in other things to actually write much more, but I had to pick someplace to leave off
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