Bruiser loves an opportunity to get together with her friends so we scheduled a date and then decided on a theme. Being that she selected 4/20 as the date, we opted for a ‘4:20,’ tie-dye affair. For those who are unfamiliar with ‘4:20; 4/20 or 420’, it is a time of day (and now a date/annual event) dedicated to smoking pot. The closest I was getting to pot was a hot pot buffet at a local Chinese restaurant with a Portuguese name, but I love a reason (or no reason) to dress-up.
Live Longer didn’t own tie-dye so I suggested she wear something a skier or snowboarder would don. She surprised me with a Ke$ha/Kardashian look – also very 420. As we drove to Bruiser’s house, On My Terms made an announcement, “I didn’t make brownies.” “Probably best,” I replied. “It’s hard to find recipes that call for green butter,” she informed us. She should probably check Pinterest next time.
We arrived at Bruiser’s to find an array of tie-dye shirts, tablecloths, napkins and plates – she clearly checked Pinterest. In addition, incense was burning. Everyone knows bakers burn incense to cover the smell of Mary Jane (I’m not talking about their girlfriend, well, maybe, sometimes). We all, except On My Terms – remember her name, donned tie-dye shirts, even if it meant borrowing one of Bruiser’s and let the munching begin. Unlike those who celebrate 420, on 4/20 and everyday, we don’t need weed to get the munchies.
Being the primary wine drinkers, Live Longer and I each brought a bottle of wine and each drank a bottle of wine. On My Terms opted not to drink any alcoholic beverages on this sacred day. As a result, she was tired by 11 or so. We quickly took some ‘candid’ photos with Scared’s camera – that is what happens when Scared leaves early – one more reason to be Scared.
As On My Terms drove us home she was perplexed, “I can’t figure out why I’m so tired.” “It’s because you’re not drinking,” I advised and was not referring to alcohol. On My Terms likes to mix rum and Diet Coke – emphasis on the Diet Coke. She can ‘slam’ a two-liter or two in one evening and her ‘flask’ of rum will, inevitably, still have enough in it for next time. Mayor Bloomberg would not be impressed. Live Longer, however, was and sent me this text in the morning, “Oh boy do I have a headache….I need to start bringing 2L diet coke.” Who needs green butter when you have Diet Coke?