TheOtherRick
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- Savannah Missouri
We had been told for days that it was going to snow, but nobody paid that any mind what was a little snow when there was a great party to go to. My weed guy was throwing a party that would put the others to shame, there was a 16-gallon keg, some microdot acid, and plenty of smoke.
At about six in the evening, it began to snow lightly, the storm had begun. Now, at the time we didn't care about the weather, the keg had been tapped, acid dropped the party had started, and was going to go on snow or no snow. There were only a few people there and a few more straggled in as the night progressed bringing tales of woe with them as a howling blizzard raged outside.
Stories of getting stuck on unplowed roads, cold and blowing but we were tripping our brains out, the music was loud, and reefers were being passed around, no one drank much the keg sat mostly untouched on the back porch, naturally refrigerated.
Ten o'clock saw the last of the arrivals, I was trying my best to seduce a girl into one of the bedrooms but had to settle for a public make-out session curses foiled again. Sometime in the night, it became clear that nobody was going anywhere, so blankets were passed out, though most of us were wired and wouldn't be sleeping that night.
Came the dawn and we could see what the previous night had done, it was still snowing lightly then, but the storm had dumped a foot of snow and brought the town to a standstill nothing was moving and nothing would move for quite a while. An inventory of cigarettes was taken and the whole house was out or next to it.
We could see the lights on at a gas station convenience store in the next block, so I took orders and struggled through the snow to the store. A few hours later my brother and I went home, we all planned to have another party next weekend, and the same damn thing happened.
Exactly the same, January and February of 79 was one of the snowiest and coldest years we ever had the snow was piled up so high you would be looking down on cars in the street as you trudged along I look at the record lows and several were set in 79 and with global warming I don't think they'll be broken any time soon.
I don't party like that any longer, these days I'm in bed early and only know it's midnight because of the fools shooting guns and fireworks, mostly it's gunfire, but I just pull up the blanket and go back to sleep. That was a hell of a party though.
At about six in the evening, it began to snow lightly, the storm had begun. Now, at the time we didn't care about the weather, the keg had been tapped, acid dropped the party had started, and was going to go on snow or no snow. There were only a few people there and a few more straggled in as the night progressed bringing tales of woe with them as a howling blizzard raged outside.
Stories of getting stuck on unplowed roads, cold and blowing but we were tripping our brains out, the music was loud, and reefers were being passed around, no one drank much the keg sat mostly untouched on the back porch, naturally refrigerated.
Ten o'clock saw the last of the arrivals, I was trying my best to seduce a girl into one of the bedrooms but had to settle for a public make-out session curses foiled again. Sometime in the night, it became clear that nobody was going anywhere, so blankets were passed out, though most of us were wired and wouldn't be sleeping that night.
Came the dawn and we could see what the previous night had done, it was still snowing lightly then, but the storm had dumped a foot of snow and brought the town to a standstill nothing was moving and nothing would move for quite a while. An inventory of cigarettes was taken and the whole house was out or next to it.
We could see the lights on at a gas station convenience store in the next block, so I took orders and struggled through the snow to the store. A few hours later my brother and I went home, we all planned to have another party next weekend, and the same damn thing happened.
Exactly the same, January and February of 79 was one of the snowiest and coldest years we ever had the snow was piled up so high you would be looking down on cars in the street as you trudged along I look at the record lows and several were set in 79 and with global warming I don't think they'll be broken any time soon.
I don't party like that any longer, these days I'm in bed early and only know it's midnight because of the fools shooting guns and fireworks, mostly it's gunfire, but I just pull up the blanket and go back to sleep. That was a hell of a party though.
