I brought my cigarette to my small lips with such drunken grace any college student would be proud. He smiled at me and continued his saxophone serenade. "You should really come to my mushroom party on Saturday, I think you'd really dig on my friends and the whole scene." I should have known by the way he described it as a "scene" I would not like this party, but I agreed to give him my number so he could tell me more about the party, stumbling to my car parked three feet away from this saxophone filled, stumbling drunk pizza lovers, restaurant, I waved goodbye, little did I know the events that would take place. I made it home despite the level of intoxication my body was experiencing, I tripped over the wine jugs my roommates were using as instruments and casually shook my dear couch friend, Mitchell, awake. "We can watch "When Harry Met Sally" now". Mitchell awoke and we snuggled into a blanket while enjoying the sounds of Billy Crystal and Meg Ryan falling in love. The next day saxophone boy called, told me to invite two friends to mushroom party and to be excited, there were going to be train explorations, fire dancers, djs, painting parties, music, dancing, glowsticks, and snacks. I was in. And so were Laura and Seth. Laura and I scavenged the money and met up with saxophone boy in order to pay for the mushrooms in advance for the party. We got to his house, and he was wearing a bathrobe, a very short bathrobe, he showed us around the house, he was not as attractive or as charming as I had remembered. Laura and I drove home, after giving the money, we committed ourselves to this, no turning back now, even if sax man was a little creepy. So after a day of bragging to our friends, Laura, Seth and I gathered our pillows, glitter, cinnamon rolls, notebooks, crayons, and cameras, and made our way to the great mushroom adventure. Once we got there sax man answered the door again, with a bathrobe on...Strange but whatever we thought, mushroom party! The room was filled with people who all looked like they could be found at a renaissance festival in 1997, all with big baggy black pants with pink trim, and chains. They were all discussing birthdays, and how they were Pisces. "Pisces, I'm a Pisces" I shouted and made my way into the group, which was also passing around a bowl of weed, and (white stuff on it...) We smoked the whole thing, me Seth and Laura, before a tall skinny black man wearing all green, and resembling the ghetto green giant asked for his crack back...Hmm crack