Today, I spent approximately fourteen hours with Bri. In the past three days, I have hung out with her twice, and have had a myriad of new experiences.
1. She got me drunk.
2. I bought a swim suit to go to the beach with her. (Never been done.)
3. She taught me how to play pool--and I took the winning shots! Two in a row!
4. We smoked hookah.
5. The cops came and took our IDs because they didn't believe that the bong had tobacco in it.
6. Did I mention the cops???
7. We forked at Perkins.
So today we played at the beach, saw Ratatoille, went to her friend's house, ate at Arby's, went to another friend's house, went back to Friend A's house, went to a lake to smoke hookah and harrass frogs, had cops laugh at us for smoking hookah instead of pot (Cop: What is it? Bri: It's, like, tobacco. Cop: It's like tobacco, or it's, like, pot?), and went to Perkins.
It was a beautiful day.
Bri claims that she must be in my top two favourite friends by now. Oh, and she's proud of me for trying new things.
"I didn't realize I was breaking you so much. I'm proud!"
"Proud of you or proud of me?"
"Proud of you! And me. Just a little."
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