Thursday, April 20, 2006

Back in the High Life Again

Happy 4/20! Now Focus!

There are various myths surrounding the associaton between 420 and smoking weed. I think I probably saw it on a t-shirt somewhere first but never really took notice. By the time I went to see Phish in '97 I think I would have asked the question "What the hell does 420 refer to?" just so I didn't feel even more out of place then I already did. Well whoever answered the question for me likely had it wrong because I distincly remember hearing that it was the the California Police code for "smoking in progress". This is wrong as are the other twists I've heard. To get the full story check it here.

So one of those summers living on Graham Ave I was up on the Miramichi fishing with Malcolm and Scotty at Little Forks. On the way out of woods I noticed one of the backroad highways was number 420. I put that little nugget in the back of my head...

A couple of weeks later we were out on a Tuesay night (likely drinking fishbowls, singing karaoke, and swimming at Queen Sq) and we got the bright idea to drive to the 'Chi to get that sign. Superfriend was (totally uninterested but) sober and we had Slippy's Big Rig so we could ride in style. But we didn't have the keys. North had gone to bed (read: passed out) and we for some reason thought he had the keys. We spent an hour trying to stir him or get into his locked room to find the keys. This gave Normy a chance to make a break for it; he was out of there in a flash. No one noticed he was gone until we finally broke into North's room to get the keys (we were great tenants!). Of course once we got into his room the keys were no where to be found. Slippy then checked his pocket and there they were! So no we had the keys but no driver. We were committed though so we called Normy's family home and made him come back to go. If he just had have said no it would have been ok but the stealth departure really stirred people in to action. Amazingly he came back and we started on the road. He was adamant that he didn't want to have to drive two hours while the rest of us slept in the luxury that was the Big Rig. We swore that we would all stay up and even guaranteed him $50 from anyone who fell asleep. We went to the Irving and stocked up on coffee. It didn't work...2 hrs and 10 minutes later we had the sign and everyone owed Normy $50. It's time to pay up!

He said he will use this money to replace the sign as it's come our attention that all kinds of locals are getting lost trying to get from Renous to Sunny Corner. Usually around 4:20 or so...

Good times, Good times,

Munchies

2 Comments:

At Saturday, April 22, 2006, Blogger Tracey, Peter, Ava, Leah & Hudson said...

Good times. Normy, your cheque is in the mail.

Slippy

 
At Monday, April 24, 2006, Blogger Jules said...

My back still isn't the same from that night I put Slippy on my shoulders with his wrench in hand.

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