Spring break has been pretty wild so far, but nothing on the face of the earth could compare to yesterdays adventure. I don’t exactly remember every detail, but I’ll try to fill in what I do recall.
At four I meet up with Aziza at her apartment. For those of you who don’t know, I am scared SHITLESS of her Mother. (One time we decide to light up in her room. I keep asking “When is your Mom getting home?” “Oh a few hours.” The INSTANT we put our pipe away, she walks into Azizas room and starts going buck in Swahili. I’m ripped, so I almost jump out the window to avoid her (They live on the 24th floor of an apartment, btw) but I stealthily sneak out…and that’s the gist of it) We start our day with a quick wardrobe change, a few swigs of Strawberry V, some whiskey and God knows what else. Her and I decide to go to Haven, so we take her longboard out and head on over. At this point we’re drinking out of her flask on a Saturday afternoon on a main road in downtown; smart. I’m pretty buzzed at Haven, trying to keep my stature. Aziza has a can of sev (filled with dranky-drank) looking at the Original Fake X Head Porter and I’m scared SHITLESS she’s going to spill all over the $400 messenger bag. I quickly snag an MHI shirt I had my eye on for quite some time and we bounce.
Yesterday could have quite possibly been the nicest day of the year so far. Africa starts longboarding (intoxicated) and is doing a pretty good job haha. I keep missing the dents in the sidewalk so I’m falling over. Aziza calls her padre to boot for us (whoot!) and we decide to go to the spinning restaurant. I decided I want to change so we go into a pretty open area, I do the deed, some guy is WATCHING me (wtf?) and then we go off to La Ronde. For those of you who don’t know, it’s a five star restaurant. Everything there is beautiful and high-class. Africa and Kashmir roll in on a longboard in dirty jeans, wife beats and ridiculously huge sneakers and threw off the entire vibe of the establishment.
Her and I decide to just order a dessert. At this point I’m trippin’ out because the restaurant is spinning (Think Dr. Gonzo in Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas : Circus Circus….!) They give us our dessert and our ($4!) tea.
We meet up with Azizas dad, pick up our booze and then go get bagels. We ended up going to some really nice building and slid down the escalator and got in trouble from security.
We went to the bathroom, downed a few beers. Walked outside and saw some dude Africa took for a dealer, who actually was. We pick up a few Gs. I think I’m drunk at this point; little do I know this is nothing at all. We go to Shaw and sit on the grass roof. Good times, I felt like I was on top of the world!
We go for a walk and end up well over the bridge [the one in the background]. We keep busting out beers like it’s water. Eventually we see Zoe from our school and say hi and such….Don’t remember much from this part but there were geese involved. (??)
We end up at Morgans eventually, trying to act sober. People show up at this point. At around midnight Africa and I go for a walk, I keep falling on the sidewalk.
We smoke a few bowls (this feels like 4 hours to me) then we take the LONG way back to Morgans. I’m TRIPPING BALLS. Never ever felt like this before. I began talking about conspiracy theories; about how ‘The white people are coming’ and how much I hate all white people, except my Mom. Then I keep tripping, wondering if my Mom knows what I’m doing. Freaking out. It feels like 7 hours since I left Morgans. We walk through a field and an alley. I keep asking if it’s a dream. What seems like 10 hours later we arrive back. I see Newfie and ask him if I smell like weed. Aziza and I are tripping BALLLLLLLLLS. No easier way to put it. We go to the bathroom and Aziza is pouring out her feelings. She helped me when I thought I was lost, and now it was my turn to help. Nothing I could say even phased her. It was scary. Everyone was being really nice because I’ve never been this intoxicated before. This is what people meant by being thrashed. I don’t remember much but lots of love from everyone, a few helping hands, and getting out of bed about fourteen times. I wake up, Jennie is next to me, Morgan and Mal are on the bed beside us. The clock reads 6:48. I go to the ladies room and find writing all over my arms.
My other arm said “Newfie = God”.
I call my mom to pick me up. I go home. The end.
I vow to never do that again, honestly. Weed + Booze = horrible.
Thanks to the advice of an angel, I drank about 15 glasses of water and was not the least bit hungover, miraculously.
