oh lord, back in the coke days...
Prom 2004. my girls Skylar, Kali and I were supposed to go with a bunch of our friends from Tahoe and the rest of them were going to come down too to party. but then one of the guys was doing a deal in San Francisco so they all decided to go to that. So, the 3 of us plus our friend Kelly all met up and went to some massive party out in Carmel Valley. we wore our prom dresses, mind you. i was in a short, low cut nude raw silk Ya-Ya dress with tall Uggs, and it was awesome. anyways, we go to this party and the guy who was doing the driving from the car park to the party recognized us. turns out we were on the VIP list. he gave us our wrist bands, meaning cuts in lines, free drinks, free massages, free everything.
so we get to this party, immediately empty a few bottles of random beverages, find friends, do some lines. left at like, 1:20 to go back to Santa Cruz and go to our own hotel party we were hosting. we get to the hotel, set up camp, fuck around, have people in anfd out all night... we had about $300 worth of blow on the countertop in the bathroom. lo and behold, at 4 in the AM, Sky's mom just walks right in. I walked out of the bathroom and bumped into her. huge eyes. panick. hugs. she said she was worried cause we hadn't called. she was glad to see we were OK and told us we looked pretty in our dresses. she didnt see anything. left. i was so freaked out it was redonk.
my parents know i drink and smoke and they dont care as long as i dont drunk drive. my m om and dad give me booze constantly. partially cause my mom is usually wasted and my dads usually stoned as well so its all ok.
guy at SkiShop SC to me: "Why is there sand in your bindings?"
"If you're alive, I probably hate you."
-C. Francis Browning (my friend CeCe)