Oh man, I love going out to eat while blazed... but only totally blazed, if I'm barely conscious enough of how stoned I really am, it blows everything.

Before I moved to where I am now, my girl and I would always roll a nice long, skinny spliff and hit the road on our way to our favourite mexican restaurant (it helps to go to places that are familiar, definitley... otherwise ordering can be a hassle, man). Red-eyed and grinning, we would converse with our waitress pleasantly, and always get what we wanted (with free cheese dip, on occasion).

Alright, well... we would always tip a little too much when were high, but given the atmosphere and queso dip, it was well worth it.