It started Friday morning when Isabelle and I sat on her porch while it rained smoking joint after joint. Her porch had a nice roof that kept us dry and warm. It was this perfect cocoon where we got to watch what was happening around us and yet not be effected by it. The rain poured and we just blew smoke out and talked for hours about everything and nothing at the same time. Sometimes we would just lay there on her porch, our legs sprawled out, our stomachs facing the heavens in complete silence while we took drags. Then we'd start giggling and roll toward each other and just spit out our words talking as fast as we could. It was a great morning.
The next great event that took place this weekend was set on the ascetically pleasing backdrop of alice in wonderland. My friends threw a party in honor of Lewis Carrol. They decorated their apartment with paper machet mushrooms and trees, and they designed a doorway so that it looked like an actual rabbit hole. In order to get into the room you literally had to crawl. Hookahs were set up everywhere. Everyone sat on cushions and drank strong beverages that were poured from different tea pots. We all wore costumes:)
And lastly, I went to a show and tell party where everyone took turns presenting the group of people with something interesting. some sang songs. some played the violin. others called their mom and had her talk to the group via speaker phone. it was really interesting. and i found so many new talented people. next time they have another show and tell, i am going to work up the courage to read a story (that is if i can get writing again. my formative writing skillz have gone down the toilet).
