I was supposed to go to jury duty today, but I did not. It was an honest mistake; I went yesterday. I had a low juror number, which means I would have to go to court to get kicked by the lawyers. I knew that law degree would help somewhere. I was not sent home, just given another number, a very high one. I arrived just after 8:30, and was dismissed about 11:15.
Honest. If I had remembered that it was supposed to be today, I would have marked the little "vacation" box and let my name go back into the hopper.
I flew into Reno, though it is easy to fly into Lake Tahoe from Dallas. Easier to fly into Reno from DC, though. Claire arrived before me. I flew into Reno because that is where the car Aisha wanted to rent was. Aisha believes that women who drive white Mustang convertibles are more attractive than women who do not drive white Mustang convertibles.
Claire wanted an SUV, and got one. She has a rap.
Hey, this is Mistress C
Yeah, you know me
I'm runnin' people over in my SUV.
Perhaps I just made that up. It is not Claire's rap.
She stopped at the medical marijuana dispensary at Reno, and then at a Tahoe head shot for two grinders and a"good, cheap bong." There is a closer dispensary, but Claire does not like the selection. She bought a strain called "Blue Dream" for herself and Wendy, and some Acapulco Gold for Megan and Serena. She says it will be perfect for Serena, but the 11% THC content will be a little strong for Megan. She explained that Courtney and Megan smoke Strawberry Jack, about a 5% THC content, and, when they can get it, combine it with Charlotte's Web, which has almost not THC.
Megan wants the high, but not the other effects that Claire, Wendy, and so many others prize.
Wendy tells me my mission is to keep some cold Kool Aid, Cheetos, and Pepperidge Farm cookies at hand at any given moment.
It gets really cold in the desert at night. I look forward to being in bed with a woman tonight.