Went to the swap meet this morning around 8:30, commisioned a cigar, drank $30 dollars worth of Tecate, then I smoked the cigar. Bought a cylindrical plastic chopping thingy 'cos the vendor put on a helluva good demonstration laced with old-school catskills comedy. Then I bought a bunch of ingredients to make pico de gallo.
Went back to the crib, popped a couple of oxycontin.
Then I was awakened around 2 o' clock by a phonecall from a friend inviting me over for a jam. Got a pretty good workout in, it had been awhile since I jammed with anyone. We traded back and forth on the drums and guitar for about 3 hours. Some chicks showed up out of nowhere, I'd never met them before but they decided to share their purple weed with us. Yes friends, purple weed, all the way from Colorado. I've never seen purple weed before in my life, purple, no shit.
For whatever stupid reason, a coed pickup basketball game ensued in the driveway, in the dark.
It was right about then that a pair of female Mormon missionaries happened by. I'm not sure how or why, but we ended up having a theological discussion with them, in the dark. I couldn't help but notice that these missionaries were both kinda cute and well stacked. Female Mormon missionaries ("Sisters") are the friendliest people you will ever meet. I either made a good impression on them or I'm just a fool who can't say no, but I think I have an appointment to discuss the Heavenly Fathers' Plan for me with them some time next week.
Pizza, beer, more purple weed. My doctor would have balked at these activities.
Came home, broke the cylindrical plastic chopping thingy trying to make pico de gallo.
Tomorrow, I will attempt to glue the thing back together.
Went back to the crib, popped a couple of oxycontin.
Then I was awakened around 2 o' clock by a phonecall from a friend inviting me over for a jam. Got a pretty good workout in, it had been awhile since I jammed with anyone. We traded back and forth on the drums and guitar for about 3 hours. Some chicks showed up out of nowhere, I'd never met them before but they decided to share their purple weed with us. Yes friends, purple weed, all the way from Colorado. I've never seen purple weed before in my life, purple, no shit.
For whatever stupid reason, a coed pickup basketball game ensued in the driveway, in the dark.
It was right about then that a pair of female Mormon missionaries happened by. I'm not sure how or why, but we ended up having a theological discussion with them, in the dark. I couldn't help but notice that these missionaries were both kinda cute and well stacked. Female Mormon missionaries ("Sisters") are the friendliest people you will ever meet. I either made a good impression on them or I'm just a fool who can't say no, but I think I have an appointment to discuss the Heavenly Fathers' Plan for me with them some time next week.
Pizza, beer, more purple weed. My doctor would have balked at these activities.
Came home, broke the cylindrical plastic chopping thingy trying to make pico de gallo.
Tomorrow, I will attempt to glue the thing back together.
gilby:
Damn, that sounds like a great day.
jennly:
the purple weed is called purple haze if i can recall correctly. its suppose to be some really good shit.