Tuesday, May 17, 2005
| Tuesday Rituals As has been routine for the last couple of Tuesdays, I have met up with Ari for lunch. When I say lunch, I don’t mean lunch per se. I mean, having an appetizer, smoking a hundred cigarettes and drinking my face off. Today, for example, I ate chicken fingers and drank 4 glasses of wine, one of which was free. Ari had the fish and chips and damn did that shit look good. Also, to be honest, she only drank diet coke, so it wasn’t like SHE was boozing it up at lunch. After an hour and a half of gossiping, joking, telling EMBARRASSING stories (Right, Ari??); we went back to her office. She answered the phone and I went and sat on her boss’s desk. Once there I proceeded to pack up my bowl with some ganj and puff away. I clicked on Internet Explorer and was immediately connected to both of our journals. I left a comment and puffed some more on my bowl. Once Ari was off the phone, we puffed together. On. Her. Boss’s. Desk. Amazing. I eventually got SO ridiculous that I had to sit down and take a breather. I drank some Sierra Mist and tried to calm down. It’s just that I was having so much fun! I love lunches with the Are dawg. When it was 3:10pm, I realized that I had been on lunch for 2 hours and 40 minutes. That’s never good. Why is it that when you smoke pot time LITERALLY disappears. I was fully aware of the time the whole…well…time, but then suddenly I had been on lunch for almost 3 hours! It’s absurd, I tell ya. And not fair. Ari and I smoked one last cigarette and then I did my damndest to get back to work before anyone realized. The subway was a buzz kill, but it didn’t matter. I had to show my face at the office before I got my ass fired. Long story, longer…no one even realized I had GONE to lunch. I’m that good. And I have Ari to thank for teaching me the ropes. Tuesdays with Ari. And no one dies at the end! |
