They dropped me and Scrib off at a small mall, so we could wait for our other husband, Fernweh, and our pet, Aids, before we met back up with them for a ride back to Vernon. Aids and Fernweh arrived fairly quickly. We denounced our love for eachother with aggressive shrieks of affection; our reunion was obnoxious, loving, and undoubtedly frightening to any passers by.
The transition back into our old ways was instantaneous. Fernweh had certainly been happy to see us; the messages he'd sent to us prior to our meeting were no longer of any relevance. He was beaming as he gallivanted around, apologizing to Aids for mistreating her and promising good times as we strolled into the liquor store and grabbed ourselves a bottle of cider.
Aids, however, was cherry red and cranky. Sunburns had blossomed all over her face. We trucked her down to a small stream and sat her down in the shade, sipping back some cider. This kept up for half an hour, until Fernweh produced something that drew wary glances from Scrib and I.It was green.
And leafy.
And covered in trichromes.
Scrib and I hardly smoked weed, but lately, marijuana and its cognitive, creative and spiritual benefits, had been arising in conversation more and more often. Hands down - we missed the ganja. We figured we'd give it a go again, and contemplated getting back into our old stoner regime.
We took a few tokes and refused to let the initial wave of anxiety bother us; slapping it away as if it were a mosquito. However, just like a mosquito will always buzz back towards you, the boots of anxiety will always be there to stomp you back down. You've just got to learn to ignore them.
Scrib receded quickly into a state of introversion, though he seemed content with it. This lasted for a few hours before we remembered that Chelsea and Sheldon were going to take us back to their place, and that we hadn't even made it to the beach. Oh well, we'd had a great time. Scrib and I had spent some time with some cannabis-influenced thoughts that we hadn't had a chance to relate to in years, and we were more than excited for that. Not only that, but we were more excited as to where this night would lead us. Our first night together in Vernon had proved fantastic, and now that the whole crew was gathered, we were sure to have an even greater time.
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