The Boy and I attended a “dinner party” at his friend house last weekend. I’m awkward normally, and adding extra people and wine (2 glasses…woo!) just highlights my lack of coolness.
Friend: Wow…this album is so much better when you’re high.
Other guest: *blahblahblah I-smoked-weed-in-college-yay-for me blahblah*
Other guest: *AMUSING-ANECDOTE-ABOUT-GETTING-TOO-DRUNK-AND-TAKING-AN-UNKOWN-SUBSTANCE*
Me: I used to get high and dance to Lily Allen alone in my dorm.
Other guest: ….wow I can’t even imagine you smoking.
Me: I never smoked weed.
Other guests: *sudden interest*
Me: Oh, no not like real drugs…I had really bad allergies and needed a bunch of benadryl.