Monday, February 25, 2013

The Day I Stopped Smoking Cloves.

A (n unfortunately true) Cautionary Tale



And in case you can't read my chicken scratch:

Remember that time in high school that I went to Dick Clark's American Bandstand 
to hit on my adult neighbor who was DJing there? And I was smoking clove cigarettes? 
And then I threw up in my hair? And  on the dance floor... and in their bathroom sink
because all the bathroom stalls were taken? 
Good times...good times.



4 comments:

  1. The irony being that you smoked clove cigarettes because they smelled better than regular cigarettes and, presumably, vomit. I had a friend barf all in the folds of her cowl necked sweater dress, which I think might be on par with a hair puke.

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  2. Gross! Did you barf on Dick Clark? That would be a really nice thing to happen.

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  3. What's most impressive to me about this story isn't that you got into American Bandstand, although that's quite the feat as I hear the bouncers there can be quite thorough in their...ahem...searches. The bigger thing is the fact you managed to get vomit in your hair. For that, I commend you. This is one of the reasons I always bring a hair band to pull my hair back. Anytime after 11:00 p.m., the hair goes back to avoid instances just like this. Rules to live by.

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    1. It was at about 5 o'clock in the afternoon. Yup. Hair puke at 5:15pm. I win at being a loser. LOL

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