OK, I don't really have a contact high, but I do have a headache from the copious amounts of pot smoke wafting out of my downstairs neighbors' kitchen door, which, like mine, is located on the back stairs that also lead to the basement, which is where I'm doing my post-flood laundry (see post below). The fact that the smoke is coming from the kitchen suggests that they are smoking a lot of pot, because the bedrooms, living room, and den would all be much more comfortable for such an activity, and they're all a few rooms down from the kitchen.
This may explain why there's bad '80s music coming from their apartment as well. Normally they have better and hipper taste.
Saturday, January 21, 2006
Great - now I have a contact high, too
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But what if the neighbors are lighting up in an effort to relax after cleaning up buckets of sink water leaking into their apartment? Perhaps it was all too much for them and they need to retreat into their happy place where it is still the 1980s (NOT my happy place, for sure) and pot makes everything ok?
Just kidding, I am sure none of the water leaked downstairs...
Oh you think you're so funny, don't you? Well, OK, you kind of are -- sometimes :) -- but way to make me anxious!
Wait, aren't your downstairs neighbors the ones with the kid? Who jumps on the bed at 6 in the morning? Someone needs to call Child Protective Services...
Indeed, they are the same neighbors, Lecturess, but in their defense, they reserve "grown up" activities for when he is with his mother, who lives elsewhere. (The couple downstairs are his biological father and his stepmother.)
And at least when they are smoking out and the kid isn't there, it's very, very quiet down there (well, except for the '80s music, but that has stopped now.)
Maybe they are also baking?
Contact highs and eighties music...ah, memories. The one and only time I ever got high it was a contact high obtained at a Dead Milkmen concert. I was extremely naive, and my date had to explain to me why -- on the drive home from the funny-smelling concert --I was suddenly, inexplicably and ravenously hungry. (Like a wolf, perhaps?)
Unfortunately, I don't have any excuse for my awful taste in music. I've just learned to embrace the geekdom.
HeoCwaeth -- LOL. That's a hilarious story.
And ADM, perhaps they were *also* baking -- to feed their munchies, of course -- but the sickly sweet smell I recognized from their apartment was most definitely cheap pot. :)
How do YOU know the difference between good pot and ditch weed! I had my first contact high (contact with my lips) in 1968, but I can't remember if I inhaled or not.
Ladies and gentlemen: my big brother the former pothead. :) Wait, '68?! You were *14*!!! Damn! So, um, in two years will you teach your daughter the difference? Kidding!
As for how I know the difference...well, I'm a "contact high connoisseur," having had way too many friends who were actual connoisseurs, despite being such a goodie-goodie myself
Anybody else hear the silent "I'm SO telling" in the Fast-Fizzy - Dr. V conversation?
Anybody else hear the silent "I'm SO telling" in the Fast-Fizzy - Dr. V conversation?
Well *he* started it! ;)
heocwaeth, it's OK, my parents can't remember what happened 5 minutes ago.
my parents can't remember what happened 5 minutes ago.
Sad but true. Though knowing them, if we told them about such things as pot smoking they *would* remember that. Hey, good thing they don't have computers!
Hmmm maybe they are cooking with the pot? - hash cookies?
Yum Yum Yum!
I have even seen has cookies for sale at festivals, and even once at a nightclub
Hmmm... short term memory ... god, whats that word ... Hmmm.... ah! loss? lol!
ibiza
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