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*


Everyone: Hahaha!

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.