Friday, December 26, 2008

Overheard ~OR~ The Reason For The Season

At my local front for criminal activity coffee shop, I am likely to hear any and all kinds of conversation. The shop is the home base for my neighbourhood's bohemian artist elites. I say elite because more than half of the regulars also live in this historically designated area of the city. Suffice it to say that even renting a basement apartment in one of the Victorians will run you well over $1,000 a month.

These folks kind of remind me of the kids in Rent. Struggling, starving, drug addicted and secretly rich.

Today was like any other, except that it was near empty and incredibly quiet --and by quiet, I mean not having to yell over The Stooges to order a latté. While buddy made my coffees, this dirty schmo comes in and starts chatting up the other server. This was my treat:

Dirty Dykey Server: Hey! So how was your EXmas?

Dirty Schmo: Dude! I don't know! I'm just getting home now! I was partying all night long.

DDS: On what?

DS: Acid, man!

DDS: It's an acid christmas!

DS: Yeah, man! My friend called me up, said, "there's twenty of us here, get over here." So I go and I asked them if they'd ever had Christmas dinner fucked up on acid. So we did it!

DDS: Crazy.

DS: Yeaaah. I don't even think we ate dinner. The last thing I remember is someone peeling the skin off the turkey and putting it on their face.

And that was when I knew I was done. Naturally, the question "ever had Christmas dinner fucked up on acid" means that it's not his first time. Loverly.

1 comment:

  1. That actually happened to me.

    Except it was 'shrooms.

    Me and some buds were hanging out that afternoon at his family's house when we decided to shroom and go see a movie later that night.

    Well, my friend's bro decided at last minute to cook Christmas dinner, and it would have been rude if we said no, plus he would have known what we were up to.

    Needless to say, whilst digging in to the beef wellington, it kicked in and it became quite the adventure to try and keep it down and stifle the laughs that were brewing under the surface.



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