Since I don’t have any children of my own to pass on my wisdom and stories, I thought I’d share some here.
When I was in highschool, I think around 15, I went to a friend’s birthday party for a sleepover. We decided it would be super fun to get high on pot, and drink, before we dressed up as hookers and tried to get into the pub that was by her house. Fun right? I remember that we did not, in fact, get into the pub, and I’m not sure we actually even tried. What I do remember is wearing shoes that didn’t fit me, and were either too large or too small, a very tight skirt, and a lot of makeup.
There’s not much that I remember from that night, other than the fact that when we went to sleep I was very, very high, and when I woke up, I was still very high. And we listened to a lot of Alanis Morissette. For some reason that really sticks out.
This tale didn’t have a lot of wisdom to it, other than please don’t get high and dress up like hookers when you’re 15.