I remember one of my friends got married and I went there high as a frickin kite. I totally forgot the thing was happening and a friend called me right after I had puffed one and said I missed the actual wedding but that the reception had just started. I quickly put on a suit and made myself presentable despite being flippin high. Then I went there and said that I was actually a bit hungover since I had been drinking at the Tigers game the night before (which was true except for the part about me being hung over). A strange experience. I generally dislike weddings anyway…they’re just the same thing every time.
Stevo