Seductive Stoners

This is my first story.

I got off work promptly at 5 o’clock and texted Liv the second I got out to the parking lot. I quickly typed “hey bud, ima go grab and be home by sixish” on my Blackberry before hopping into my Volvo and heading downtown. A friend of a friend had gotten some pineapple kush, and I was so excited by the promise of a hooked up sack for the weekend.

Olivia is my best friend in the entire world. She and I are what NBC’s The Today Show reports as “stiletto stoners”. We’re both young, successful, professional women who happen to smoke weed. Some people like to unwind at the end of a long day or week with a nice glass of cabernet sauvignon; we like to burn one down. We’re both extremely passionate people, so we work hard and play hard.

We had met in undergrad and connected instantly; both philosophy majors, we shared the same plans for law school – because what else can you do with a philosophy degree?

As best friends and roommates, we have experienced a lot of our lives together. We’ve spent countless hours writing papers and studying for exams with each other, and those nights were usually coupled with late night blunt cruises and munchies trips. We survived fours year of undergrad, three brutal years of law school, and now we’re in our first year of work as attorneys – different firms but both in the metropolis. She likes to say they should make a show out of our lives called Stoned in the City.

I drove about twenty minutes to our friend’s house to get the kush. He came out to my car, told me I was going to love the stuff, and told me to have a good weekend. I couldn’t wait to get back home.
I walked into the condo so ready to chill for the weekend and just finally unwind. I was greeted by the sound of mock rapping in the living room:
“Bitch, you know what I want! hahaha… I wanna talk to Samson! Fly me to the moon…”
“Really? This movie again?” I laughed.
“Sometimes I just wanna throw it all down and GET LIFTED! Haha Are you ready to get lifted, girl?” Olivia was just as ready for the weekend as I was.
“Yeah, this week has been too crazy. Because working 60 hours last week wasn’t enough, he gives me enough work to keep me there for 70 this week. Are you sure this is what we signed up for?” I asked as I went to change out of my work clothes into jeans and a cami.
“We’re livin’ the dream, my dear,” she said with a cheesy fake grin.
“So I went and got that dank – like Thurgood Jenkins says, ‘it smells like the bomb’ so let’s get this going. Got blunt?”
“Got weed?”
We laughed and I sat down to roll it up.

This is how it is between us. Fairly removed from the whole stereotypical “pothead” culture, we find it somewhat rebellious and definitely hilarious to sort of immerse ourselves into that culture. Quoting Half Baked and How High? are just part of it; when we smoke, we jam out to Ben Harper, Bob Marley, and Phish. We watch trashy reality television and smash on anything other than the salads we eat all week long. We both can, and do, discuss issues ranging from classical Greek literature to contemporary global politics to modern art. But when it’s just me, Liv, and Mary Jane, we can be however we want or however we are. We talk about intelligent and not-so-intelligent stuff, watch interesting and not-so-interesting stuff, and we just enjoy life.

“Ooh, I’m about to smoke an L with L-ivia,” I joked as she cracked the Philly and handed it to me.
I quickly rolled us a fat one and started to blaze it up.