I had to go to a wedding shower last night for some friends of ours (S_ _ _'s). For some reason my sister offered to host it even though she's not very tight with the couple. I'm one of those people who get major party anxiety. Going to a party is one of the most difficult socially-oriented tasks I ever have to manage. We're talking major party phobia.
But I figured that since the groom-to-be is in a rock band, that there might be some drugs going around - I always totally stereotype band dudes - plus, S_ _ _ was one of the people throwing the party, so I couldn't get out of going.
The party was pretty flat at first. Mostly people standing around pretending to be comfortable. I got a punk rock mix out of my car, people started doing shots of the Buffalo Trace I'd brought for myself, and the party definitely picked up. My mom lives nextdoor to my sis, so almost everybody at the party ended up with me in her backhouse smoking her stuff through her homemade bong. Some chick says, "My husband's a cop, so we won't get busted."
"Is he at the party?"
"Yeah, he's the guy wearing The Police shirt and the big star on his jacket. Don't worry. He won't do anything. I have my own stash at home." (About 20 min. earlier, I'd announced to the party that it was ok to smoke weed and do drugs. The only rule being that if they did, they had to share with me.)
Anway, I ended up creeping over to my mom's house and crashing on her couch at around 11. S_ _ _ woke me up at around 2 to go home. So I lasted around 3 hours at the bash, and while I was there, I definitely felt like the life of the party.
Nothing a few little chemicals can't help, eh??
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