Highway

One Time, prom came around and since I was a junior, i didn't necessarily want to go, i just wanted to go to all the parties. And i mean, it was in San Francisco...who in their right mind would pass up partying there?
Shortly after arriving to The W (helllll yeah we stayed there!), the people actually going to prom left and me and my best friend started getting ready to party and began to make a premature dent in the mini bar in our room. I went to the "boys" room next door and grabbed the weed out of the safe, stole one of my bestie's cigs and started to roll a cute little j.
When our ride arrived, she had only drinken 1 bottle of champagne and i had only had half a bottle of Chardonnay. So we packed some more drank, my joint, a black and mild and bounced. We got to Kyle's hotel and started drinking more and more. Long story short: alcohol annihilated, my favorite sunglasses got lost, we burned on the balcony, some people fucked, and I began feeling hella sick so I made Kyle take us back to The W.
I totally thought I was gonna puke. I had the spins bad. Even when I closed my eyes I felt like i was spinning. I climbed into bed, started munching on Doritos and flipped on the food channel.
Watching the food channel was thee best idea of the night. My chips started to taste like everything I saw. I fucking feasted.
When bestie finally got out of the shower I thought I'd be a good idea to take a bubble bath to help me feel better. After about 20 minutes of being in there, HELLA people walked into our room and 2 of them walked in the bathroom. I just smiled and said, "oh hey whats up guys?"
Life was fucking good.
So much happened that night. Damn. We even nicknamed it "The Hangover Part 2" since that movie had just recently come out.
We left SF around...i have no clue, but it must've been around lunch since we stopped to get kids meals at Burger King. Then we set off to Santa Cruz.
About half way through our drive down the 1 Highway (haha punny..) me and the bestie thought I'd be perfect to smoke. so we pulled over, grabbed the weed from the boys and proceeded down the coast while i rolled another fag joint.
If you know where the 1 Highway is, you'd know why this was the best cudi cruise ever. Its a road that goes all the was down the coast, literally just yards from the beaches.
Smoking along the coast and listening to Slightly Stoopid was fucking awesome.
We got to the beach and some shit went down...but that's not important. What was important was driving down the 1, smoking a j, and bumping Slightly Stoopid.