Getting High in Mexico

Stoned: Abroad!
guy and i are addicted to the TV shows, LOCKED UP! and especially LOCKED UP: ABROAD! even before watching the show, we would never ever ever ever try to take marijuana with us on vacation. even when our friends say the US doesn't care if you take it out, only if you bring it in! STILL. we will NEVER do it.

getting high on vacation is simply a non-thing. it doesn't happen. and it's ok. but it would be nice sometimes we have felt.

scoring pot in mexico made us giddy. guy protested the seller, "it's wrapped weird. what's going on here." i shut him up and give the guy whatever cash he asks for ($100 for a 1/4 oz. of crappy grass-weed). we leave. we go back to the hotel. i am so excited about getting high i am rolling joint after joint when guy says, "we should do that in the car." really? i ask him. but i thought the room was the safest! "ok," he says, "but you must put something, a sheet at the bottom of the door." i do this and he goes outside. he says the whole hallway and elevators smell like MJ. i'm not worried still. i feel there are too many people around to blame. no policia is coming into our little stupid hallway. he asks me then to smoke under the covers. i do so. i make a little fort with my knees and pull all the covers over my head and smoke my joint until my eyes burn. guy says to me about this, "thank you for doing this for us."

later that night after guy has done some cocaine, he has a whole new idea. "we'll build a better fort on top of the bed under the covers that won't hurt our eyes!" he says excitedly. i watch amused as he takes a desk chair, puts it on the bare bed and then pulls the covers over it. it is ridiculous and hilarious. i laugh and laugh and light one up.

it takes a whole joint to get a tiny high but the escapade is where the fun is.

the adventure.