-- Another weekend, another 2 1/3 days of doing nothing. Well, that's
assuming that smoking up and giggling madly counts as "nothing".
I also saw The Mummy (while stoned), talked with Nicole (while stoned),
ate a pizza and 12 buffalo wings (while stoned), and hung out with James
a little bit (while stoned).
James came by on Friday night -- he was down for the weekend from San Somethingorother for a wedding and for Mother's Day -- and he was boozing it up with the boys when I got home. Naturally I got jealous of all the boozing, so I had to compensate by smoking up. Das and Paul were engaged in a fierce Friends trivia showdown . (Believe it or not, my friends aren't as geeky as they sound). They brought up the episode where Joey is teaching an acting class, and at the end of the episode he's confessing to his class how he tried to salvage a student's job opportunity for his own benefit, but how it misfired and now the student has a three-year contract and Joey is stuck teaching a class to a bunch of people, "Most of whom are too ugly to be on TV!" When they brought up the last line, I started laughing. And I kept laughing. According to Das, I was literally rolling on the floor as I kept replaying that quote in my head. The boyz had no idea what I was laughing at -- they just thought it was Haole being Haole.
I'll eat anything when I'm baked. I smoked up by myself and saw The Mummy with Ray on Saturday night. The Mummy was OK -- it was good at the start, but as my buzz wore off, so did my enjoyment of the film. Das came by Ray's after we got back, and we smoked up again and went to 7-11 to get some grub. There we saw 7-11's newest food offering -- tacos. The staple of 7-11's menu are a hot dogs, better known as Big Bites, which come in a variety of flavor and of questionable origins. The 7-11 taco is the exact same thing -- a cylinder of what may loosely be described as "meat" that, instead of being placed in a hot dog bun, is instead put in an even cheaper flour tortilla. Add some of the "cheese" dispensed from a bag in a barely functional dispenser (the Central Asian immigrant attendant had to hold the door shut while I squirted some cheese onto the taco), and viola, shit in a tortilla. I grubbed it down immediately outside the store, using a trash can as a table. Only stoners must eat outside a 7-11 at 2:00 in the morning.
Oh, and speaking of movies and herb, before I went to see The Mummy on Saturday I was sitting around with Ray watching Star Wars on local TV. During the scenes immediately after they break out of the Death Star and blow away the pursuing TIE Fighters, I said to myself, "Self, this acting is really bad." Ray then looked at me and said, "Y'know, this acting is really bad! I haven't seen this in a while, but wow, I don't remember it being this bad." I had a similar experience a few years ago while being stoned and watching Independence Day on cable; I noticed how horrible the acting and special effects seemed on the TV, and then a friend who was over made the same comment out loud. Must be some kind of THC-ESP or something, where I read the minds of sober people and make them into my thoughts. Or maybe I'm projecting my thoughts into their minds. Sounds like a Cheech & Chong plot.
So yeah, that was my weekend. I realize I fucked up my extremely short-lived promise to not smoke by myself. I have no excuse other than I'm a weak-willed, irresponsible dick. Oh, I also called my mom for Mothers' Day, so the weekend wasn't a total waste of time and bud. I tried calling earlier in the day, but no one answered. I had been napping, probably due to narcolepsy brought on by the re-upped Paxil in my system, and when my pager woke me up, I called her. She could tell right away that I was sleepy, so after a 45 second conversation, she told me she loved me and that she'd see me this weekend. One of shorter conversations, and definitely at one of the least appropriate times.
This from a son who expects his mom to help him buy a car by next week.