October 7, 2013
I don’t know why I choose to pay $5 to get into a football I won’t watch knowing that I’ll be going to McDonalds to spend someone else’s money.
This is an update of sorts. Short story, then long.
Short: I went to a football game, left said football game, went to McDonald’s, left McDonald’s. Went back to football game. Left again. Went back to McDonald’s. Went to friends house. Slept 15 minutes. Got high. Chores. Liquor. Home.
Long: I went to a football game and walked around with two of my friends for maybe 45 minutes before they decided they wanted to take advantage of the cigarettes they knew I had with me. So we went into the handicap stall and smoked part of a cigarette. That’s the good part. The bad part is that the whole bathroom smelled of smoke after and then the police, standard at high school football games, started looking for people who looked high. Please. No one smokes pot in the stadium, and really? They couldn’t tell the difference between cigarettes and pot? Anyway, we stayed and walked for close to 2 hours before going to McDonald’s and running to a completely stoned off her mind Gina, who gave us $10 to “buy her a Big Mac” and get Brynn a McChicken. I should’ve kept the change to pay back Sam for my ticket; Gina wouldn’t’ve remembered. We went to the game, only to turn around and come back. Minus Britnee, plus Kelly. We sat and waited for Kelly’s brother to pick us up. She bought us a McFlurry.
At her house, Brynn fell asleep and told me not to. At 2 in the morning she got up and we talked for a while. Around 6:35 I fell asleep. 6:45 Brynn woke me up. We went to the woods, found out my fingers were to frozen to roll a blunt, and went back in to get a pop can. From there she showed me how to make the most ghetto bong of all time. We smoked about half an ounce. When we went to go in, her little brother opened the door. Biggest ‘oh fuck’ moment of my life to date. We were inside 45 minutes -my high had caught up to me at this point and I was sleepier than hell and couldn’t stop laughing- when her brother called their mom and told her we had stuck out the night before and just got home. She believed him. We were making cookies when her dad got home. He believed us. He had to take her brother to soccer practice, and told Brynn he’d be gone 2 hours, and to rake the yard. We waited 10 minutes to be sure, then we both got out a cigarette and smoked while we worked. After that we went in and sat around for an hour. Then we decided it was time for shots. We mixed whiskey and lemonade. During this process, I had a new biggest ‘oh fuck’ moment. We heard the garage door open. Her dad was home. We sat ‘fuck’ about 900 time and cleaned everything up in under 30 seconds before realizing that it was just the dishwasher. Laughing and shaking, we remixed (haha) everything and did shots, her 3, me 5. Because of the lemonade to liquor ratio, we didn’t get drunk, but it was fun. We were well into an episode of Supernatural when we dad and brother got back. At the end of a third episode, I went home and slept for 3 hours. That’s the long story, all I remember of it.