We had decided to have a goodbye dinner on the night before we left. We would invite all we knew to say a thank you and a good bye before we left for Morroco. That was the plan. Now for the reality.
Firstly, we forgot to really tell anyone. Micky and Fran and Zasha turned up. Also Michael, a polish friend, girl with dreads, Dominic, another Polish guy and of course us. 12 all up I think. Who have I forgotten?
I sat early on making food with the Polish guy number one and Michael and later Sam. At first on my own and I soon found myself dominating the nuts and choc... oops (o: Then Micky and Fran turned up and we felt less bad eating it all.
Jo then came with the pizza we had made earlier and he had cooked at Zashas and the meal began. The joints also now began to flow. I watched as smiles grew on stoned faces and full bellies. Then the second Polish guy came (other in between) and he started handing around a pipe full of really truly strong weed. Everyone began to die!
Then Poland 1 began to snore? Was he sleeping? Nope, this thought was shattered as sprays of vomit erupted from his mouth, out onto my bed! Sam (stoned and seated next to him) could only manage a hand on his shoulder as a look of disbelief passed over his wasted features. Quite funny at the time but maybe not so in the morning.
As vomit drooled from his mouth, the party changed in attitude as many of us moved to the floor. Bong chai was cooking and soon this was making the rounds and life begun once more. Or for us it did. For Jo it all ended. The tea somehow kicked his arse royally (sorry for the language). He could not speak, he could not move and once more he entered a state of senility (how do you spell that word?).
We all slowly joined him, some made the move for home and so we settled for the night...
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