Ouch my head hurts..... wher am I......... how did I get here............ These are some of the questions i'm asking today after a little bit of a party last night. The wife wanted a christmas party for her coworkers so we hosted it last night at our house. I had to invite some of my friends from work to help round it out and I got a little too wasted. I'm still a little stoned this morning but a good ole bloddy mary will fix that. Everyone was dressed in nice clothes but me. Birkenstocks, ragged jeans hawaiian shirt and my new cowboy hat. One of my buddies saw me and said "Damn, it's going to be one of those parties Poppa!" Good thing his wife is pregnant and is a full time designated driver. But the thing that has got me pissed is all these wannabes hinting around me at the party. You know what a pothead wannabe is don't you? It's one of those people that say they don't smoke, anti-pot, etc.... blah.... but when some one pulls one out they are all over it. No thanks, no chipping in on the purchase, etc.. None of these people ever have pot, rolling papers, or would even help you roll one, but God do they love mooching off yours. And the worst part is, all these wannabes kept hinting about lighting up. Like it's not too bad to be a bum, but to come out and hint that I need to go smoke so they can mooch a toke. Someone will be telling a story that has pot in it and the winks come out.