The day was awesome. The night before, I waited until 12 to blaze, so it was legit and actually 420. Then I studied until 3am, woke up at 5am to study more, wrote a final at 8:30, finished that fucker off at around 11 or so, then started to celebrate. Lit up 3 fatty bowls, power smoked em, then continued to have lunch. Then, I still had some leftover, so I rolled a blunt, chilled, called up a buddy, got a 1/4 of the dankest shit delivered to me. One nug is the size of my hand, its fuckin huge, and stinky, and tastes unbelievable. So, then I mished over to a friends place where we hit the bong. From there on, we moved to a park that has a view of the whole city and lake, and chilled there waiting for 4:20 to come. It comes, light up, it was insanely beautiful with no clouds in the sky, until we came and made our own clouds.
After that, we headed to a bar where one of my instructors was having a retirement party with free food, but I couldn't wait to eat, even though the drive is like 2 minutes, so we stopped in at Safeway and I got a large potato salad. Oh ma gawd, that was so good. At the party though, there was chicken wings, ribs, hot wings, little pork nuggets, cheesy things, vegetable platter, and free pitchers. It was fan-fucking-tabulous. My instructor, who is straight up old school, no smoke, no drink, he was obviously cheeched as his eyes were ridiculously red and super shut, and poundin back wine like no other, he was fucked up. It was awesome.
So after this amazing free feast, we mished back to my friends where we continued to smoke several fatty-j's, blunts, bongs, and anything else you can possibly imagine smoking out of, we did. They left to go to someone elses house that lived 30 minutes away, but I needed to do three projects the next day (today) and they were crashing at this place, so I stayed, and walked back to my house, which is just up the street, and chilled. Soon after, I received a text from this swedish chick asking me if i want to chill on the beach with her and some friends, I said, yea, sure, then I went to stand up, and I couldn't. I couldn't move, (yea right), so I told her this, she said, okay fine, I\ll come over to your place. Score! This is where my 420 turns poopy. I fall asleep. I didn't respond to her texts, cause, well, I was sleeping. I also didn't respond to my buddies texts, Gregolians msn nudges, or anyone elses facebook chat messages. I woke up this morning at 3:15 am. Not stoked because I fell asleep at about 9pm last night, could have gotten laid, could have chilled by the beach, could have chilled with friends, but instead, I slept.
O well, shit happens. I'll have to make it up to the chick one way or another, since I leave here on friday. Oh, and I didn't even have to touch my 1/4, so that's radical. Overall, a decent day, and a long story, holy tits.
PS: I'm celebrating post 420 too, and I think you cool cats should be as well. Payce.
