marijuana virgin

tim scolded me recently for not keeping up with this, b/c being the bored kids we are, we need something to occupy our time apparently. so back here i am, way behind on things to chat about, so i'm sort of skipping all of them and going to the most recent ~ marijuana.

so two nights ago i proceeded to fulfill the tradition once again of going to see the life sized nativity scene with sarah and stevie. this time however, we were armed with two polaroid cameras, 40 exposures, and a regular camera, as well as a baggie of pot and two different pipes. the night went on without a hitch: sarah and i getting out every so often to pose in front of absolutely tacky decorations, stevie insisting on kneeling and folding his hands next to a baby jesus or two. we were only almost foiled once, when a neighbor and his unusually loud dog stopped to look at what we were doing. i stop in my tracks to hear sarah say "it's okay, it's just for our scavenger hunt." i high five the 9 foot inflated santa for a picture, turn around and say "how many more do we have left?" as i turn on the lights of my car suspiciously. oops. oh well. instead of just heading to new berlin as we did last time however, this adventure took us to brookfield and waukesha as well. [sigh] what is wrong with the world today. we began to know instictively which neighborhoods would be the tacky decorations gold mine. all in all, it was a success, and we have the pictures to prove it.

as for the baggie.
i have, my entire life, been able to call myself a marijuana virgin. i tried twice previously to no successful outcome. however, steve was adament about smoking enough to make it work. two packed pipes later, my body started twitching and i figured he succeeded. so yes, sarah became roadie master while stevie and i sat in the back twitching and talking about odd things. i realized where the expression "are you high" came from, and thought it was the funniest observation ever. we stopped by andy mieler's, where tim told sarah i was shaking. which i was, but it felt more like jerking. i could have done without it. i had to grab a pole and hang on tight. i drove home, and tried extremely hard to understand what was going on. it didn't work out. i got home, had some cereal, and called tim. he proceeded, in an absolutely wasted state, to get angry and decide we need to talk. i heard him yelling. i heard one word repeated over and over. everything else was a blur. he kept telling me to talk, and i would have to explain to him i didn't want to, or that i couldn't. i over focused on things. it was touch and go with pleasure and uncomfortable-ness. it was very odd. i had to ask andrew about it yesterday when he called, b/c i had no idea if i was weird. he said no, i was not weird, so that made me feel a bit better.

so yesterday, ex-boyfriend steve, avid pot smoker, stopped by work to say hello. i told him of my adventures, he told me 'good, now i don't have to quit when i transfer to whitewater! just smoke like 100 more times, you'll be a pro. you'll come around. you'll get it.' so apparently, using my roomate as a hook up, he is going to attempt to convert me to pro smoker, instead of the amateur status i hold now. should be interesting. at least i'm not a marijuana virgin anymore.

as for tim, apparently he refuses to try it himself. i have not met anyone like that in a while; it's refreshing. i don't think he likes the idea of me smoking pot with my ex ex boyfriend, but what can you do. i guess that's a whole other story.

for now i am off to "party" (by party i mean sit around watching golf or something dumb on television until dinner) with some family... wish me luck. it's times such as this that my only child status drops from alright to sucking the big one. boo.

see you on the flip side.