Go Green!

Summer time, when the living is easy. I have really close friends from home, and when I come back from college, I am always super ecstatic to see them. When I mean super ecstatic, I mean get really drunk. 

I snipe some whiskey and Jack Daniel’s from my dad’s stash and my friends and I start pre gaming at my house.  Some girl from high school is having a party at her college apartment about an hour away. We go.  We bring mixed drinks in recycled canteens, cups and mugs, that I have at my house and put them one of those eco friendly bags... you know the one’s you put your groceries in, instead of plastic bags. We get into Sugar’s car, continuing to drink. My mindset at this point was schools over, I’m at home for the summer, lets get fucked up. 

We get to the party, and it basically like a blast from the past, people from high school. Summary of the events that happened at the party:

•  Drunk pictures
• Sugar hookups with her ex boyfriend’s best friend
•   Star plays beer bong and looses
•  I’m really drunk
•  Beyonce is flirting with random boys 
•   I keep drinking

Obviously, the good shit happens after we leave the party. So, the girl who was throwing the party forgot to tell her roommates  about the party.... so obviously they were pissed…  and party shuts down. We all leave. We drive back and decide we want to go get some burger king.

However, as were driving home, I don’t feel good and begin to get flustered. 

I think you know what happen’s next…

I start dragooning in Sugar’s car. In retrospect, not surprised. Sugar, again I am so sorry, I was just so happy to see my biddies back home! Anyway, Star is like “throw up in the eco friendly bag, dude!” So she puts the bag in between her legs and my face is in her crotch, vomiting, nice chunks of my dinner. So ironic, especially because I am an environmental studies major.  Star later admits to me the next day, she felt like vomiting as well when I was vomiting into the bag…. and it took her all her might not to vomit on me. Damn. That would have been a fucking shit show. It would be like 2 girls, 1 cup... but not. 

We finally get to burger king.  I stopped my  vomiting. We get out of the car. Why am I undressing my clothes in the bk parking lot? Why are some of the guys from the party driving into the burger king parking lot? Perfect timing. 

Fast forward, so were driving back to my house, so we can all pass out. We all walk to my door, me holding my  own vomit in an eco friendly bag. Walking up to  the door to my house… feel all kinds of queasy. Didn’t make it to the bathroom in my house, and dragoned all over the welcome mat in front of my door, giving the entrance of my home a nice creamy, green soupy decoration at 3 in the morning. Delish. How convenient and again, ironic, the color was a beautiful shade of green.

(So, if  you have read the family fun blog post, you will hear this again)

The next day, when my parents, and Star were lighting the candles for Shabbat. My dad quickly hovers over the candles and says “wait, we need to protect the shabbas candles before Leah vomits all over them.”

Honestly.

Weed Sisters

So apparently, there is some sort of etiquette when it comes to the Mary Jane. Yes, etiquette. There are rules when using/handling the illegal substances. For example, if someone smokes you up for free one day, you smoke them up for free another day. If you ask someone for a lighter, you offer them to smoke with you. If you are selling something that is laced, you should probably tell the person. However, there are 3 more important things you should know. Unfortunately, I had to learn the hard way/ so did my friends.

The first time I smoked was with a bong with my neighbor and her friend. We went to chill in her backyard.  She had a bong. The three of us took turns. It went my neighbor, her friend, me, me, her friend, me, my neighbor, me, her friend, my neighbor, me, me, her friend, me. They both clearly wanted to see me high. After like 82130912310899 hits, obviously I got fucked up, staring into the clouds. I specifically remember the clouds. I also remember my neighbor speaking in a British accent. My neighbor’s brother comes outside and smiles says “damn, its your first time… jealous” Yeah, I’m fucking awesome. He leaves. 5 minutes later, I am bending over in her backyard throwing up yellow mango chunks. (from this delicious mango smoothie, earlier that day). My neighbor than had to hose down the backyard, while I was eating my heart out in her kitchen.

So I’m with Nathan (See Obsessions of a Teenage Girl Post), Jasmine, and this other dude... we will call him Max. In this park. To be honest, I don’t remember why we were there or how we got there but we were chilling in this park. At night. We are all laying in the grass. Chillen. Nathan suddenly goes, lets get high. We all quickly said yes… Nathan usually smoked us up for free. Me and Jasmine didn’t mind. I mean me and Jasmine weren’t really that experienced, I mean we’ve both smoked before but not to the extent of Nathan and Max. Big fans of the mary jane. Nathan whips out the bag of weed, so casually and carefully inserts it into his pipe. He then turns to me to take the first hit. Again, I don’t know what comes over me. But, as he is about to light the weed on fire, I sneeze. A big, sloppy, sexy sneeze. The weed then flys out of his piece and all over the grass we were sitting on. Nathan stares at me. Max gives me the evil eye. Max says “really…?” Jasmine starts laughing. Nathan looks like he about to cry at this point. I suddenly exclaim “I’m SOSOsososo sorry!” More angry stares and angry grunts were exchanged. Well, after that lets just says, things were a bit awkward. I mean even though I just wasted some apparently good weed, Max bought more, and we smoked.  Nathan, was very careful, putting his hand over the weed just in case another sneeze was coming up. I told him it this was a ‘learning experience’ for me. Nathan didn’t find it funny. When we were high, me and Jasmine dubbed each other weed sisters (yeah, I pretty cool in high school). We danced around the park screaming we were the Weed Sisters that night. Weed sister fo life.

Another time, me, Nathan, and Sugar were hot boxing in Nathan’s car. Nathan pulls out this huge heavy glass contraption. He later tells us it’s called a bubbler… he said it wasn’t really harsh on the throat. I was excited because I’m a cougher. Nathan takes the first hit. This bubbler was like glass, and inside there was a good amount of water and made bubbles when you sucked into the contraption. Sugar was in the passenger seat, so Nathan gives her the second hit. Sugar holds it. Sugar drops it. A huge thump noise is made in between Sugars legs. The weed spilled all over his car. The water all over his car. At this point, all of us in the car are so shocked and I’m worried for Sugar that the bubbler broke into a million pieces. Nathan stares at bubbler. He takes it in for a minute. He then says “no. it’s over,” while shaking his head in disappointment.  Sugar bends down to get the bubbler. She didn’t break it. Nathan still upset. Nathan then drops all of us at my house, without smoking us up. Get to my house. We all burst out laughing. I mean Sugar isn’t even the clumsy type. Hysterical.

What have we learned here today?

No vomiting, No sneezing, and No breaking valuable glass contraptions that get you really fucked up, while handling grass.

Run Forest Run

The two stories I'm about to share with you are about this one boy on campus that makes me smile. He's actually a hilarious person. We will call him Forest.

So one day at the beginning, my friend Tiana and I went to the gym and, after we decided to sit on this benches and chat. We were probably there for like 2 hours. I see Forest from a distance. He isn't walking in my direction, however he sees me and I see him from afar.10-15 feet away. So to beat the awkwardness, I shout out and say "hey forest!" giving him the biggest smile and waving the fuck out of my arm. Forest sees me. Stares. And then turns around and sprints in the opposite direction.

Story #2
Forest and I have a class together and we had an essay due on Friday at 5pm. Forest wasn't really into the essay and told me he procrastinated and finally finished writing it at 4:45pm that Friday it was due. While he was writing this essay, he ate copious amounts of pizza, cheese fries, and cherry coke. Now, the paper was due at 5, in a building across campus, that would close at 5pm. So what does Forest do? Sprints to this academic building, to turn in his paper on time. Arrives at the academic building at 4:57 pm. Vomits. Vomits pizza, fries, and coke near the entrance of the building. Professors are staring at him. He later finds out that all the professors that work in that building leave at the same time... at 5pm.I ask him if our professor saw him in action, Forest says yes....

That is some true dedication. Mad props.Why didn't he just email the teacher, I will never know.

Jello Shot Girl

I'm about to go out tonight, but before I do I wanted to share one of  my first experiences with alcohol. So I think it was sophomore of high school, late October, early November. It was the night of the homecoming dance. The dance was lame, but me all my friends were really excited for the after party! So, I thought it would be super awesome to make jello shots for the party (till this day, I think jello shots are so much fun).


Earlier that day, my parents said that they would be having dinner in DC. In my mind, I was like whaddddddup jello shot time. So right when my parents left the house, I was quickly grabbing ingredients.. Koniak, jello mix, etc. I remember the Koniak was from one of my Russian friends, but I can't seem remember why or how I had it under my bed, next to my vibrator (yeah that happened, not sorry). So, I make the jello shots.. and stack 'em in the fridge. Hours later, I totally forgot they were still in the fridge.. my parents call me to tell me that they would be coming home in 20 minutes. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. Race to the refrigerator, start putting the cups of jello on platters. Then I suddenly realize that the jello shots did not solidify. Fuck me. Fuck me so hard. SO. what do I do?...

I start chugging all the liquid jello shots of Koniak. Might i remind you I use half a bottle of Koniak. I think my thought process was at this point: well, everyone is gonna be drunk, its not gonna hurt anyone if I get a head start. Taking shots, shots, by myself.. (in retrospect what the fuck was I was thinking...damn). I hear the garage door opening, as I am cleaning up my empty cups and trays. Run to the living, turn on the TV, pretend watching BET (yes BET... brother's favorite show). Parents come in, say hello, go upstairs. I was just trying to talk straight because I was fucking shwasted out of my mind, not even at the party yet. My friend and her boyfriend call me later to tell me their coming to pick me up to go the afftaa party. I snuck out from the backyard door (also in retrospect, why did I sneak out... I had no idea because my parents would've let me go anyway). I then went stumbling through my yard.. then quickly sprinted to the middle of the street where they would pick me up. At this point I am in the middle of the street, chillen, with the empty Koniak bottle in my hands. Lights flash in my eyes, black car drives right in front of me, oh hey guys, Im just chillen in the street. They both are waving their hands conveying to get in the car.. So I try to walk over... walk into the front of the car, fall on top of the hood of the car, get back up, and walk slowly to the side of the car to get in. I'm so fucking drunk. I get into the car. We all chat. I tell them what happened, they exchanged looks. Its a good time... I don't really remember much at this point.

So the three of us arrive at this little shin dig, I'm having a good time, let be honest. We get inside the house, we greet everyone. Oh how I greet everyone. By sophomore year, I was not the huging type, I felt like hugs were awkward... but tonight it was like hugs not drugs. After these hugs and hellos, I realized that noone was drunk... just me.... AWESOME. Cool. I  actually can't seem to remember why no one else was drinking. So everyone was just having a good time... sober. I was just  having a blast by myself. The rest of the night is a little blurry, but  I distinctly remember 4 things that happened that night.

1. No filter. Secrets were coming out. Damn. My best friend's boyfriend. I walk up to him. Literally said "so many people ARE in love with you... SO many.. " Then, I started naming my friends and  giving reasons why they like him. The funny part is that none of them liked him, except for my best friend who was obviously dating him. Also, he believed every word that  came out of my mouth that night. (haaaa even though it was not true).

2. My other best friend... let's call her Star. That name suits her. Anyway, I've known star since like the 5th grade. We went to camp together, but we didn't end up going to the same school since high school. In high school, we had this special love hate relationship:

Freshman year: Acquaintance.
Sophomore year: I fucking hate you go die.
Junior  year: your annoying.
Senior year: Best Friends.

Yep, so it was sophomore year and Star was at the party too (I don't know why). She was nominated and won Homecoming queen that year (and pretty much every year of high school.. pretty sure). So we are just all hanging out aka everyone crowding around me because I was such a hilarious drunk. I guess Star didn't like how all the attention was on me considering she was JUST crowned homecoming queen that night. She makes a comment "Leah, your so drunk. Pull your self together" Then I say " Don't be talkin' shit, just be you WON..... whore." Star gives me the dirtiest look. Leah 1, Star 0. Its funny how things turn out, today were inseparable.. who knew. If your reading this right now,  I LOVE YOU.

3. So, if you didn't know this about me already, when I don't like you or despise you I will kill you with kindness and dirty looks. I mean to be honest, sometimes I really like the sweater your wearing, but if I'm ever extra extra nice. I just don't like you. Also, I have been told that I give dirty looks all the time, no that's just my face. LOL. You'll know when I give you a dirty look, believe me. Back to the story, there is this girl, we'll call her Jesse. Jesse is not a good person, wronged me, and all my friends in different sick and twisted ways, always scheming, even till this day. So, I see Jesse give her a hug. Then  I just start, complimenting everything. "you hair so cute, dress fabulous, Ive never told you this but I think your so beautiful, the  presentation you did in class yesterday so good, your so smart, your so intelligent, lets be like best friends like omg."My friends were giving me dirty looks from the corner.. like what the fuck are you doing dirty looks. At this point, I don't feel so good. This leads into #4.

4. So I don't  feel so good. Try to stand up.. actually I can't even stand. Damn, I feel like a sack of crap right now. One of friends, picks me up and takes me upstairs, but I really struggle for him to let go because they guy who is having the party's parents are upstairs. When we get upstairs, his parents tell him, he should take me home. My friends picks me up again and carries me on his shoulders.. he opens the front door. Can't hold it in any longer. Vomit all over him and this random dude's porch. All the party decides to join us on the front porch. I'm literally vomiting  for a good 10 minutes. My face, and hands, dress, shoes covered in red gook... mmm delicious. After, I walk in the grass of their front yard, and plop on the ground. I remember my best friends boyfriend stroking my back saying everything we'll be fine. Sweet guy. Sweet guy until he fucked my friend over. I assume they called my dad, because my dad rolls up with my car and takes me home. The next day, my dad goes up to me and says, "so your drinking now... that's cool. Make sure your not the only one next time" and then he made me call that dude who had the party and apologize for the red gook and my behavior in general.

From then on, my friends would call me jello shot girl at school. That's cool I guess.