Downstairs was one of those late 70's brown carpeted, wood paneled,
white stone fireplace jobs that they made by the gazillions. There
were about seven kids, two girls and five boys sitting in the
standardized weed smoking circle and being too cool about it to enjoy
it. They were taking slow and easy tokes passing the joint and then
slowly and smoothly exhaling in the measured ease of kids who were
not just starting into the contraband game. My friend and I were
standing in the the archway letting our eyes adjust to the smokey
gloom when one of the girls asked if we were going to just f-wording
stand there. Those are the kind of questions that you can only sound
like a goober answering. I look at my friend for some direction and
she gave a 'I-don't-know' shrug and looked right back at me looking
for direction of which I had none. The direction I wanted to go was
right back up the stairs, out the door, into the car and find
someplace to make-out with my friend. I didn't want to look like I
was not cool though and I took my girl by the hand and went to sit on
the couch behind the circle. It was one of those couches that had a
nice orange-ish pastoral scenes printed on it. I snuggled my girl
under my arm, sat down and tried to strike up some small talk. I
asked if they were from around there and most of them ignored me
except for the girl who wanted to know about my 'F-wording'
intentions earlier. She giggled derisively and asked the rest of the
room and not me or my date, 'Who the 'Eff' is that guy?' I was not
used to such a cold reception, ever since I got into junior high and
found my stride socially I was unaccustomed to being big-timed by a
bunch of small town hard asses. I would have been intimidated
normally but for some reason this night instead of my normal timidity
when confronted I just got angry. I told her that she didn't need to
be a B-word, I was just trying to hang out. She must had been a
pretty widely regarded as a B-word because right as I called her that
the rest of the room kind of warmed up and laughed. She told me to
preform coitus with myself and asked if we wanted in on the weed
smoking. I told her I didn't really smoke weed and thanked her
anyway. After our little exchange where in we both growled and barked
to see who belonged where everything was copacetic and my girl and I
stayed and talked for a while with the hardcore stoner kids who
turned out to be pretty cool. It was way better then sitting around
and watching that stupid movie with the less adventurous kids.
