I’M NOT ANTI-ALCOHOL. I swear. Although I’m basically a teetotaler, I have no issues with those who enjoy the water of fire. As with most intoxicants, I’m cool with what you do, as long as you aren’t impacting the vibe of those around you.
That said, I’ve had a few experiences lately that have made me question if cannabis consumers do well in the company of drinkers.
Certainly, it depends on the people involved—I’ve toured with bands who have spent a good portion of their day with a bottle of Jack in one hand and a never-ending stream of fat joints in the other. With a few exceptions, it worked out great! (There were times it did not. The Third Circle of Hell most likely involves cleaning up whiskey puke from inside a tour bus. Someone else’s whiskey puke.)
But this past holiday season, I found myself, as a stoner, unwillingly at odds with drinkers.
The first time was at a holiday party at a friend’s house, where the revelers had been day-drinking for the past seven hours. Good for them! Everyone was friendly, but there were a few boozy folks talking nonstop. I stood with one woman who spoke at me for a solid 20 minutes. I hit my vape pen, and listened and nodded. And nodded and listened, as her monologue gave no opening for conversational contributions. Then she leaned in and said, “You don’t talk very much, you know? Why don’t you shut up, right? Hahahhahahaha.”
Telling someone “you prattle on like an auctioneer on coke” isn’t going to win any friends. Not that I could’ve gotten a word in anyway.
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