That above image is a poor approximation of the evil contraption that got me all kinds of fucked up last night. The Roomie, two friends and I spent last night in the suburbs at a another friend's house for a little get together.
The official reason for the get together was to drink as much beer as possible so that our host could make a Christmas Tree out of empty beer cans. Although I don't recall one actually being constructed, I vaguely remember drinking cans of Heineken like it was going out of style.
Already buzzing strongly from the beer and a few shots of Jim Beam, our host busted out his enormous glass hookah and got everyone insanely high.
Now, back in the day, I used to smoke A LOT of pot but over the last few years I have mostly put the pipe down, mainly because I didn't like feeling like I do right now, which is totally fucking useless. For the last few hours all I have been capable of doing is staring at the pretty snow falling and looking at hot French skateboarders.
This is the worst case of Low Brainwave activity I've had in some time. Shit, I'm struggling to write this modest post. Am I still high? I might just be...UGH!
In other, non-substance abuse news, I met a new "friend" on Thursday night and had a great time. So much so that I took yesterday off of work just to spend more time with this guy. That's all I'm going to say at this point...well, perhaps I'll add that I love the baseball cap. Thanks man!
The official reason for the get together was to drink as much beer as possible so that our host could make a Christmas Tree out of empty beer cans. Although I don't recall one actually being constructed, I vaguely remember drinking cans of Heineken like it was going out of style.
Already buzzing strongly from the beer and a few shots of Jim Beam, our host busted out his enormous glass hookah and got everyone insanely high.
Now, back in the day, I used to smoke A LOT of pot but over the last few years I have mostly put the pipe down, mainly because I didn't like feeling like I do right now, which is totally fucking useless. For the last few hours all I have been capable of doing is staring at the pretty snow falling and looking at hot French skateboarders.
This is the worst case of Low Brainwave activity I've had in some time. Shit, I'm struggling to write this modest post. Am I still high? I might just be...UGH!
In other, non-substance abuse news, I met a new "friend" on Thursday night and had a great time. So much so that I took yesterday off of work just to spend more time with this guy. That's all I'm going to say at this point...well, perhaps I'll add that I love the baseball cap. Thanks man!
3 comments:
that new friend sounds interesting bud....hmmm
also the hookah.. ha ha. I think an afghani mentioned they had hookahs over in kabul
{claps}
Kinda excited for this new boy!
Good luck with the new boy!
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