Drugs and Driving (Not While On Drugs) and Dolls (Because Barbie Doesn't Start with D)

 I would like to thank everyone who commented on my Cocaine Post, because it sat there commentless for a couple of days which I thought was probably because it posted on a Sunday in July, but possibly was because I had mortally offended every single one of you and you had all vowed never to darken my blog door again. 

Regarding Suzanne's parents trying to Scare her Straight: I actually don't remember getting a Drug Talk from my parents. They drank a fair bit, and they were pretty relaxed about us drinking, which I think had the effect of meaning we didn't go totally insane - not to say there weren't a few blow-out nights and a few punishing hangovers, but nothing extreme. We didn't have a curfew either - we just kind of kept in contact and they trusted us not to be total idiots. 

I confess to being a bit surprised that Steph has done any drugs - I'm not entirely sure why. 

While I'm referring to comments, which I am sometimes bad at answering because I can't figure out the best way to do it - Eve did not buy the creepy doll dress, I thought it looked adorable on her but she said she'd only really use it as a costume. 

Was there anything else? Oh, on D thinking I was pregnant for a second - AAAAAAHHHHHHH, the hilarity and horror. I would be less aghast at the prospect of a grandchild at this point than another child, and I'm just going to skip ahead to avoid feeling the feelings I probably should feel about THAT realization.

Sort of ironically, none of my close friends did any drugs - the only reason I ended up trying anything as a teenager was because of my parents' close friends' daughter who I was sort of forced to hang out with when my parents went to their house. Her crowd was way more into drugs than mine, and it was going out with her that led to my first marijuana experience and ... hold on.... okay, hot knives is also marijuana, I thought it was hash, for some reason. What the heck is hash then, and have I tried it? Oh, hash is just pot in another form, and it probably was hash between the hot knives. Anyway. 

I don't think I actually did any drugs in university, or again until after I'd had my kids and was on a girls' weekend. And then when it was nearly legal and then legal I started trying stuff, and have honestly not found a sweet spot, other than the weed pen I possibly-placebo myself with. 

For years, my friend Collette's plan when she got old was heroin and Virtual Reality, until she found out that heroin makes you itchy, and Collette breaks out in a full-body rash if poison ivy is within half a kilometer of her, so now she needs an alternate plan, or an alternate drug for her plan. 

I can't think of a graceful segue, so a propos of nothing I've mentioned so far, Eve's final driving test in the graduated licensing program we have here in Ontario is tomorrow and she is extremely nervous, not about the driving so much as about the being tested. She's a good driver - way better than any of us thought she would be based on how slow she went in a go-kart and in the golf cart at my mother-in-law's summer house. She's already done one driving test (for the G2, which follows the G1 but then goes to the G, which makes zero sense to me and I can never keep it straight). We were out parallel parking yesterday and she moaned indignantly "HOW can they make me drive on the highway and parallel park ON THE SAME DAY? Those are two completely different skill sets!" I promise I will come back and be honest about whether she passed or not - one of the suggestions we saw about how to be less nervous for the test was "keep it a secret" but, well, we are bad secret-keepers, so agony or ecstasy shall be trumpeted equally.

Angus is only home for one more week, so I am trying to maximize my time with him. Last night we watched Dune, and today when I got home from driving with Eve he was getting ready to walk to Starbucks so I went with him and we had a really great talk about his thesis and his professors and his past few years away. The three of us went to see Mission Impossible (part one, wtf) last week and Wednesday we're going to have lunch on a patio, which will be a celebration or a consolation meal, I guess.

And yesterday Eve and I went with Jody (HI JODY) and Jackson (HI JACKSON) to The Barbie Movie! Eve said we had to wear pink. So we did.