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I woke up the next morning and didn’t feel like going to work.
I finally got up, ran a brush through my hopeless hair, put on a light tie dye shirts, shorts, and converse (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=28804144) and grabbed my phone and headed to the Steak N’ Shake.
At work, Derek came up to me. “Mita, I found a party for us to go to tonight. People always bring weed and stuff, and if they get messed up enough you could probably get it out of them for free.”
“A party? I don’t really go to parties…”
“Aw, come on Mita. It’s summer, live it up!”
“I don’t know. A million bad things could happen.”
“Well, just think about it, ok?”
“Fine.” I turned on my heel and walked stiffly over to the milkshake machine, ignoring Derek. I am not a party-hardy kind of gal. I am a sensible, levelheaded, intelligent individual. You might call me a good girl, but keeping your grades up and having a grasp on your life are not bad things last time I checked. I am not going to any party.
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Well, here I am at the party that Derek managed to drag me to. I don’t know how it happened, but you can bet I complained every step of the way. I’m sitting on a cruddy blue couch uncomfortably next to a couple making out. I am trying to squish down as far into the corner as I could, hoping I would disappear. Derek went to get weed.
“Here, want some beer?” some guy tried to hand me a cup but I pushed his hand away.
“No thanks.”
The guy shrugged and walked away. I saw Derek walking over and I jumped up, relieved I could get away from the pair of people stuck in a lip lock next to me.
“Can we go outside?” I asked.
“Yeah, sure.” We went out on the porch and Derek handed me a blunt out of a bag. He handed me a lighter and I held the weed and fire as far away from me as possible and lit it.
Derek taught me how to inhale and exhale correctly and not cough up a lung, and I soon got the hang of it. At first, I was still hesitant about it, but after a while I started having fun and getting high and enjoying myself.
We eventually got really smashed, and Derek and I sat on the porch saying stupid things and laughing at ourselves. We went through the whole bag of weed, I had seven and Derek had ten.
We walked inside and the couple was still sitting on the couch,
so I picked up a beer can and threw it at them.
It hit the girl on the head, and apparently Derek and I thought this was hilarious because we fell on the floor laughing.
I remember Derek getting up to get drinks, and he came back with beer.
I remember we sat on the floor, and I popped open a can, chugged it, threw up next to myself on the rug, cracked up, moved a few feet away, and drank three more.
Derek and I had competitions to see who could drink the most, the fastest.
Finally, I just fell over and passed out.
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