The 4/20 post

i hope you all know what today is...

4/20! EXTRAVAGANJA!!
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that's a picture of Drew (the bald one) and me (the red hair with a headband)

this reminds me of a shirt Drew has with those words on it that he coincidentally got from HAMPSHIRE COLLEGE, the extravaganja headquarters.

I've never understood this 4/20 thing, even when I smoked weed on an every-weekend basis. I absolutely can't stand people who would try and wait to smoke until 4:20 in the afternoon, or 4:20 in the morning, and yes i knew people who did that in high school. (Whoa- I just realized that High School could also be HIGH'S COOL if you leave out the H and add an apostrophe!! thats fuckin RAD! being high is cool.) My friend Pete used to say that if we waited until 8:40 we could smoke twice as much. Pete is a funny guy. He didnt smoke weed.
I've never gotten a straight answer as to what 4/20 actually means.. i dont know if it's a police code, or a certain historical date or whatever.. i dont really care. I'm not against weed or smoking it or people who smoke it, what i am against is people who smoke it and are really fucking annoying and that would include people "celebrating" todays holiday. But this has always fascinated me about pot heads (and drunks for that matter)... it means that so much of your time on drugs is spent talking about the drugs you're using, or how its making you feel, or stories about stupid things you did on drugs before.
"yo, this weed is so dank! i am SO high right now! yo dude last time me and Smokey smoked this fuckin huge blunt and got so blazed we couldnt see straight. So we took out Smokey's car to go get some munchies cause that weed so was dank that we needed come grindage. but like, I was so high that we sat in his drive way for 45 minutes thinking we were moving when we really weren't! hahaha then we just fell asleep for a while. I woke up with Smokey's head on my lap and i was like "dude what the fuck are you gay?" and he was like 'nah dude im so high... just go with it"

well, maybe that last part doesnt happen a lot, and maybe people don't actually use the Pauly Shore-coined term "grindage" like they used to.. (maybe i'll bring that back too)

So I looked 4/20 up on Google and came up with a few things -
for one, there is no real official significance of the number 420, but more fitting to the stereotype it's history dates back to "1971 when Five San Rafael High School students christen the term "4:20," meeting daily at that hour to share a smoke under the school's statue of Louis Pasteur. The original password: "420 Louis."'
High Times goes on to note that Carmen Elektra's birthday is 4/20, so that makes it extra special...
then this is my favorite quote from High Times..

420 is not so much a time or place as it is a state of mind. A stoned state of mind, to be specific.

Perfect. I couldn't have said it any better myself.

***I'd like to dedicate this extra-special holiday to our friend/customer whose alias will be "Shock Rock". This honor is bestowed upon her because she graced me with her presence last night after polishing off a few glasses (or bottles..) of wine then driving to The Wave. While there she proceeded to hit on me in a maybe not so subtle (but very odd and uncomfortable) way by telling me how good i look and how awesome my hair is, then saying that her husband is away on business ALL THE TIME and she gets lonely and she wants me to come over and smoke a bowl with her and listen to The Dead. Then she bent down to pick up her keys and FELL ON HER ASS in the middle of the store. hahaha i had a good laugh. As a good citizen it occured to me to call the cops and alert them that there was a drunk woman on the post road, but I already called them one time when an old man came in heavily medicated on pain killers AND drunk off his elderly ass at 1pm on a tuesday and guess what happened? Oh about an hour later a cop showed up and asked me some info about it then assured me that everything was OK because they called his wife and she confirmed that he is indeed on pain killers, but he's only going down to the dock to work on his boat. No problem at all, right? yea, the cops are really useful in this town.

I'll end this post with a quote about the dangers of smoking weed from Mr. Jellineck on Strangers With Candy:
"All I’m saying is, if you still want to smoke pot, be prepared to spend a lot of time laughing with your friends."

-Jordan, i need some serious grindage