We stopped at a planet and went inside

Substances: Cannabis, Alcohol
By: Dustin
E-mail: dus1in@aol.com
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Alright, so my dad was getting married by the beach when I was 18. I brought about a dime of some really good stuff to smoke if I got the chance. The first time I smoked it, I completely passed out after 2 blunts, but that's a whole different story. I figured it would be a great time for me and my brother, who was 16, to do some brotherly bonding, especially since my dad and his bride were staying in the condo next door.
I got bored the day before and just rolled it all up into 4 joints (I didn't have anybody to smoke with). So he got married and everything and we had to go to some stupid wedding reception at a restaurant like a block from where we were staying. It was an all you can eat seafood buffet, but I don't like seafood, so I just had some bread and sat there.

A new uncle of mine, who I had just met earlier that day, came up to our table and asked if he could get us anything. He had been drinking since before the wedding, so was already well drunk. We told him to get us some beer, which he did....one after the other for 8 or 9 rounds with one round of shots in there towards the end. Me and my brother were soooo drunk.
At first, we tried to hide the beers under the table, but that got old. I'm pretty sure everybody there knew, including my dad. The worst thing that could have ever happened actually happened. My grandma came over and asked me to dance with her!! I can't say no to my grandma. So there I was, not able to walk a straight line, but dancing with my grandma. It was crazy. Then it was my brother's turn. When he was done, we hauled ass to our condo to avoid any more public display of embarrassment.

It wasn't even 11:00, so the night was still young. I got out my joints, and my brother and I went out to the balcony, over looking the ocean. The stars were out and the wind was blowing right in our faces, which didn't make them easy to light, but we did it, and smoked us 2 joints each. I don't like all that passing. We sat there and stared out into the ocean until it felt like we were travelling through space. We stopped at a planet and went inside.
Surprisingly, my new sister and her friend, who are like 12, came in while we were on the balcony. We told them to cook us some food. They refused and threw a box of chicken in a biscuit crackers at me. I decided that they would be better if I cooked them, but everybody else said I was too fucked up to use the stove, so I decided to go to a different planet. I walked back to the balcony, chilled for a couple minutes, and came back inside. This planet sucked just as much. I started eating the crackers uncooked and nearly died choking on them because they were to dry (cotton mouth kills). I crawled to the refridgerator and got some chocolate milk out, which I ended up spilling everywhere.

I didn't want to clean it up, so I started crawling down the hall. Right then, my dad walked in and I was crawling down the hall with chocolate milk all over me and a box of crackers in my hand. Luckily, he was in a good mood (it was his wedding night) and I told him I was just drunk.
I ran to the couch and fell asleep before he asked any questions. My brother and sister were just laughing. It was a great night.