Fucking surfer dudes.

I'm at a hotel right on the beach in Orange County. Monster view, calming breaks, wonderful smell of the ocean and I'm incredibly peaceful. Don't have any weed on me and I'm not interested in getting high, I just want to enjoy the view.

My wife is complaining that the music is too loud. It's coming from a room that across the hall and one door down. Personally it's not bothering me but it's bothering my wife who IS bothering me so I had to get up to ask them to turn it down.

I walk over and I knock on the door. I immediately heard, "Oh shit! It's the cops!" At first I didn't know what to expect, a dead body, a child pornography ring, oriental slaves. Just as I'm about to run back to my room the door opens and the head of surfer dude pops out (imagine Spicoli from High Times at Ridgemont High) "Can I help you man?" I start to laugh and asked him to turn down the music because my wife wanted to call the manager to complain. "Oh yeah, sure thing man. We'll keep it down." During this two second conversation I am overcome by the sweet aroma of marijuana. I instantly cracked a smile after taking a whiff and so did the surfer dude.

I asked him, "Dude where can I score a J?" I didn't want any weed, if I did I would rolled a J at home and just brought it with me and smoked it while I walk the beach. But I smelled it and ...... like a pregnant woman I had a craving. The surfer dude looks back in the room and says to give him one second.

He closes the door, I hear some whispers and then the door opens and he says "Come in bro." Pizzas, beer, weed, bongs, water pipes, etc. "Whatcha need?" I laugh and say, "Just let me hit that green bong and I'll get my ass out." They all laugh because they're stoned out of their mind. I hit the bong. Amazingly smooth. First bong hit ever. I held it for 8 seconds then just let it out and I knew it was going to be amazing. I slapped the dude a high five and grabbed a slice of pizza on my way out. The smallest/youngest guy in the group of 7 says, "What the fuck? He gets to party for free?"

Just as he finished his first sentence, I whip out my money clip and slap a $20 on the TV. "Gentlemen, I thank you. Goodnight. Great fucking pizza!" They all laugh and start to throw pillows at the youngest guy who said that. "Later old dude." I started to laugh. I was never called old dude before.

The one rip got me fucked. I'm so high I can barley hide it from my wife. My only cover was to crack open three beers (spilled them down the drain, didn't want to mess up my high) and then I had an excuse for being a little slow and funny.

Later that night I'm walking down the beach with my woman. Weed is 70% wore off and I see a few guy playing frisbee. One guy looks at me and say, "Hey, it's the old dude." And then he tosses me the frisbe. I catch it and toss it back and then my wife asks me who they are. "They were the guys in the room with the loud music." She asks why did they like me and why were they laughing. "Because I was cool, I didn't get them in trouble."

If you smoke for free and you partake of the edibles, you MUST leave money or contribute to the mood. More weed? More food? Money? You've got to contribute something.
Tony1234567890 Reviewed by Tony1234567890 on . Dropping a $20 on some surfer dudes. Fucking surfer dudes. I'm at a hotel right on the beach in Orange County. Monster view, calming breaks, wonderful smell of the ocean and I'm incredibly peaceful. Don't have any weed on me and I'm not interested in getting high, I just want to enjoy the view. My wife is complaining that the music is too loud. It's coming from a room that across the hall and one door down. Personally it's not bothering me but it's bothering my wife who IS bothering me so I had to get up to ask them to turn Rating: 5