Vermicious Knids Last night I went to a party for all of the second graders at my daughter's school. There was a lot of tequila. And you know how I am about tequila. I had margaritas made with typical Cuervo Gold, but I sipped on Silver Patron, with lime squeezed in it. Oh, it was so yummy. I wish all tequila tasted so good. No drunk updates from me, though! There was also Herradura, but I didn't have any of that, because as I recall I didn't like that one as much. I got home and got into bed with my girls, then read Willy Wonka and the Great Glass Elevator. This morning when I woke up, I couldn't remember what I had read last night or what it was about, I just remembered that it was weird. Sounds about right! I was the youngest person at the party, by about 12 years. No one has children in their twenties anymore. There was a lady who was a total hippie chick, and she was my favorite. I did have to resist the urge to ask her if she wanted to get stoned, but I asked her about ayahuasca since she had lived in Belize for a while. She hadn't done that, but she had interesting comments on peyote. She did it while pregnant, but said that eating it was not good because it was gelatinous. You had to drink it. Apparently gelatinous things aren't good while you're pregnant. She called herself enaj, jane spelled backward. Apparently her family is a bunch of status seeking doctors and lawyers, and she is the complete opposite. |