If there’s one thing I’ve learned from going to regionals, it’s that when you’re out in the woods partying your ass off with hundreds of like-minded heathens, NOTHING is better than someone giving you a fresh, free, no strings attached, grilled cheese sandwich.
On the topic of drugs: This will come as a shock to most of my readership, especially those who are LONG-time readers, but… I don’t smoke pot. Not much anyway. I’ve had a toke here and there, but the amount of times per year I even take a hit at a party is usually less than 1. Don’t get me wrong – I am 100% in favor of legalizing it for recreational use, and taxing the shit out of it. Colorado has the right idea. Yeah, I smoked more than my share of pot when I was in my early 20s, and I’ve done most of the drugs that are illegal and fun out there. But it’s been ages for most of those. I’m too damned grown up now. I have responsibilities, and can’t just dive into a sack of shrooms or a button of peyote.
Even at a burn, my drugs of choice are legal things, predominantly beer and vodka. I have allegedly *cough* partaken of a few things that are in grey markets, legally, but for the most part I just like getting drunk and stomping around in a kilt, making new friends.
Because at a burn, you don’t have to do drugs or even get drunk to have a damned good time.
Ah, Bill, we hardly knew ye.