I like to think my partner + I are special. I don’t know how, + I don’t really care to dive into it because I don’t want to spoil the magick + ruin the fun, but somehow we magickally attract odd, but usually fun circumstances for ourselves. Here’s two examples that have happened in the last three weeks.
Example 1: The Meth Heads
We don’t know for sure if they’re meth heads…. but they definitely are. So, my partner + I love the outdoors. I talked about nature A LOT in my TikToks, borderline obsessing over her + her beauty, because like, how can I not? Nature is 11/10 amazing. But anyways, we love the outdoors + have been wanting to go camping for about a year now. The weather is getting cooler again + summer was ending fast, so we decided a few weeks ago, that we would finally do it + go. To prepare, we bought so much camping gear. A tent. Air mattress. Sleeping bags. A cooler. Groceries. Boots. Fire starters. A mini grill. Storage bins. Water bottles. Water purifiers. Marshmallows. A solar powered battery. The whole shebang. We went all out for a week of camping. But, we’re definitely going to be camping a lot in the future, so it was a worthy investment.
The first campsite we stayed at was pretty awesome. It had a really nice outhouse so we didn’t have to shit in the woods (had to at the second site though; my first time digging a hole + shitting in it — I felt pretty free, not gonna lie). We stayed there for a couple days then had to leave as it was booked for Labor Day Weekend, but the site itself was beautiful. A bug flew into my eye the first day though, so that wasn’t fun.
Curse you bug, I was making sure you weren’t a TICK.
The second campsite was where we met the beloved meth heads. We stayed in this cute little town in New England, but the campsite itself was on a 39 acre off-grid property! Completely off-grid. I mean seriously, off the grid. Off the grid as in, off the power grid. In the middle of the wilderness where they use batteries + generators to get electricity. Living the fucking dream. THAT’S freedom.
The family had 4 campsites on their property, each with a limit of 52 people camping. That’s right. 52.
FIVE. TWO.
Safe to say, they had a lot of property. The site we got was absolutely beautiful. When we arrived, there was a brick fire pit with wood ready to burn. There were several trails along the site, one with access to a small pond. There were so many trees, we didn’t have to worry about privacy. I loved it there.
About 30 minutes after we arrived, the family came. Well, the mom + one of her daughters. I’m not sure how many kids they have exactly, but they have at least 3. A set of twins too, which is cool. For some reason, I have this thought I’m gonna have twins when I get pregnant. I don’t know WHY + sure as hell can’t imagine my 5’ nothing self giving birth to twins! I don’t know why I wanted to share that, but I did. Anyways, the mom + teen daughter came to chat with us for a bit + gave us even more wood, which was so generous. One thing I will say, they may or may not have been meth heads, but what they definitely were, was generous. Here’s where the magick comes in.
So two days in, the dad rolls through. Quite loudly I might add. Keep in mind, to get anywhere on their property, or out of it, is going to be a bumpy ride. Like, tits bouncing in your face kind of bumpy. Luckily, we have a Jeep that can handle bumps like that. They, as a one-car family (like we are), have a rundown Subaru Hatchback that’s way too low to the ground, with parts of the car literally clanging on the ground. We heard him coming from miles away.
When he pulls in, he immediately gets out of the car + goes under it. Looks like he stopped in to fix the clanging. But, he doesn’t say a word! Just goes right to work. We’re finally like, “do you need help?” To which he responds, “nah”. Okay guy. A couple minutes later, we hear him shuffle from underneath + come over. He starts talking to us about his car + what he’s doing. Cool guy, hello! Then, he starts telling us about their property + how they got it. Soon, he’s on a roll about his family. Now this guy won’t stop talking. Car abandoned, we’re all standing around listening to him talk about getting a ride from a cop with two ounces of weed on him + watching him scratch himself every so often. Could have been bug bites… though there weren’t any mosquitos on the site. Suddenly, he remembers his car + says he has to walk back to the house to get some tools to fix it. We ask him if he wants a ride, but he politely declines + says he enjoys the walk. This time when he comes back though, he’s bringing his dog. Hell yeah.
He comes back around 30 minutes later with a gorgeous black lab, Charlie, + a quarter of weed. Before he left, we mentioned how we just ran out of weed at the last site, but we didn’t mind because we were going to take a break anyways. Welp. Not anymore. Now we have free weed that’s NOT factory grown. Fresh, home-grown weed… the best kind. He also brought over grapes + cherries for us to snack on! Yum + healthy! So we all stood around the fire pit, smoking a bowl + chatting about random nonsense while Charlie’s running around being cute. He told us about his time in jail, the best restaurants in town, his drug escapades after rehab, how to start a fire + keep it going… he really kept us entertained for hours with his stories + weed. After telling us the story about getting a fat ass after eating at a certain diner every week + his cellmate telling him he’d like to “pop that ass”, he says he has to go + pick up his wife at the fair. It’s now dark + we’ve been smoking + chatting for hours now. So we say our goodbyes + run out to grab food, following him out because he’s showing us a faster way to get to the city. When we get back, there’s even MORE wood waiting for us. Man, what a day. It got completely taken over by this guy. We loved it, though. Free weed + funny stories? Yes please.
Enjoy this photo of us playing chess with headlamps.
Example 2: The Banker
So this past weekend we stayed at a casino in Connecticut. My partner, JC, was visiting a friend + we decided to meet at the casino afterwards to check it out. I get there around 10pm + he’s already pretty drunk. It takes a lot for JC to get drunk, so he was pretty pretty pretty toasty. He’s telling me how he met this couple at a sushi restaurant + they’re “pretty interesting + want to hang out”. We were set to meet up with them at the nightclub at the casino, so I immediately start to get ready while JC is catching me up on the couple, very drunkily + repeating stories, but I got the gist. The guy’s rich + the girl is beautiful + intelligent. Hm.
Oh, were they interesting. JC was right. The guy looked like he was about 55, but was a 43-year-old NYC finance guy who was getting into some pretty elite investments (I won’t disclose what he said, but I will say it’s not good), + the girl looked about 17 but was a 25-year-old model + Coach representative. When we meet up with them at the nightclub, we immediately hit it off + dance the night away. Well, for about an hour until the girl says she wants to go to the cigar bar + meet with some of her friends. Okay, sure. I’m not a cigar person, but I’ll vibe. So we head to the cigar bar, but it’s closed. Doors won’t open. Not to worry, they’ve got weed in their room + are happy to supply. JC + I literally made the plan to take a weed break, but, how can we say no? We get to their room + we immediately see TWO containers filled with weed. All for the girl because the banker invests in his friend’s dispensary + gets weed for free, but he doesn’t smoke so he gives it all to her. Literally told her to “never buy weed again because he’s got her covered." When I tell you it was so much weed, my jaw dropped. All for her! She has so much that she was giving some away to friends + selling it! Nice. They fill two cups for us, + tell us we can have it. “We’ve got plenty so here, take some. No, no! We don’t want anything for it, please take it.” So there we are, with two cups of free weed, again. We’re rolling joints + smoking in the room (like badasses) just shootin’ the shit + learning more about this couple. Randomly, we decided to take a little bit of shrooms (bad idea) + plan to play craps. Well, that didn’t happen. Not even 20 minutes later, JC + I are passing out on the coach while those two are loudly making out.
We’ve got to get out of here, now.
We manage to get ourselves up, gather our things, + say our goodbyes, but man. If we didn’t manage that, we would have witnessed those two having sex, which I did NOT want to see.
How did we manage to get free weed twice in the span of weeks? I have no idea. How did we manage to meet interesting people that have entertained us + treated us so generously? I have no idea. But it’s safe to say, when you go with the flow, you tend to get into some pretty fun stuff. Try it, see what happens.
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