Turkey Day Update

So . . . this is still around. Who would have known that it would take a stoner 6 full months to post again on his self-proclaimed semi-regularly updated blog. But, I was sober (not for long) today, hanging out with some family, and I hopped on their computer to see if this was still here.

I think one of the reasons I haven't been posting in well over 6 months is we've gone legal in our pot consumption. We have gotten a prescription, and this must have happened around the time I stopped semi-regularly posting. I've been smoking some high quality shit ever since. No dealer problems anymore. We just take a trip to our local neighborhood dispensary and get our refills every few days. Out of the last 6 months or so, I'm pretty sure we've only gone one weekend or so without getting nice and stony. And those few days we spent sober was just due to the fact that we went to visit family outside of the state we live in.

But, hopefully, I'll come back here sometime before the end of the year. Depends really. Can't blame me though. I'm a huge pot-head. This type of thing is to be expected.

"What's 4911?"

Yesterday evening, during the digesting of our Thanksgiving dinner, and post herb smoke-out session, my wife and I were standing on our front porch, trying to keep warm in the nippy November weather, smoking a cigarette. We had just been out there long enough to light up the smoke when a lady came walking down our street, looking like she was searching for something. She spotted us and started to make her way towards us.

Lady: Hi, do you guys know where 4911 is?
Wife: Umm . . .
Me: What's 4911?
Wife: It's . . .
Me: Oh, wait, I get it. Well, this is 5021, and the house across the street is 5014, so it's down that way.
Wife: Yeah, just keep walking down there and it should be on this side (motioning to our side of the street).
Lady: Do you know how far down?
Both my wife and I: No, not really.
Me: But it can't be far. But it could also be on the other side of that main street. Sorry, we're not sure.
Lady: OK, thanks.

She walked away, and 5 seconds later, my wife and I started to laugh. I, for one, had thought that she was looking for an establishment called "4911", and my wife, who has been living in the same area for close to 10 years now, could not give her the appropriate directions. Thinking about it now, we did point her in the right direction, so there's no way she would have gotten lost. It couldn't have been more than a block or two away, at the most. We just have to remember to not give directions to people when we're high.