Baked and Baked
Friday, July 14, 2006
And I’m back. I guess I just didn’t feel like finishing the “Robin away in Spain” story I was working on, I’ll probably return to it when I talk about my own trip to Spain.
Anyway, I was watching Conan O’Brien last night and Paul Reubens was on, promoting the re-release of Pee-Wee’s Playhouse on the Cartoon Network. Reminded me of a story…
I was a fan of the show growing up. I wasn’t the coolest kind in the world but one thing people seemed to get a kick out of was watching me do the Pee-Wee Herman dance. I was like a fat kid with a magic set – able to fend off insults by being so damn cute and entertaining.
Robin was a different kind of fan. The kind that bought the VHS box set in college and would get stoned every night (and Saturday morning) and watch an episode. It was like a religion to her. I’d come over her place and she’ll be sitting with several people – staring at the TV as if Pee-Wee was their God.
At that point I wasn’t really smoking anymore and Pee-Wee’s Playhouse was a novelty from my childhood so I never really got into that aspect of her life. As the year went on she started watching it less and less. By the time she moved out to DC with me she was essentially done with Pee-Wee’s Playhouse and dope.
Until this one evening, a couple of weeks after she returned from Spain. We were putting up Gerry again and they decided to rekindle the past and watch Pee-Wee’s Playhouse baked. I figured I'd join in and invited my boy, Mark, to join us.
Gerry got the dope. No idea where he got it from. He baked it into some brownies and served them up. About ten minutes into eating special brownies we’re all vegetables. No idea how much he put into those things or if the dope was treated or something but we couldn’t fucking move.
At all.
We sat down on that catch and were mesmerized by Pee-Wee’s Playhouse. Every joke was suddenly sexual – every time Pee-Wee winked he was talking about drugs. It was all so obvious to us. I think that night was the closest I’ve ever come to a revelation.
About two hours in Robin goes into the bedroom. I get up and follow her, find her passed out on the bed. I get so angry, I tell her, “What the fuck? We got guests. Don’t be rude.” She gets out of bed and goes back into the living room.
I lay down on the bed and go to sleep.
She falls asleep on the couch. Twenty minutes later Mark wakes her up and asks, “Hey – I can’t drive – so I’m gonna sleep here. Can I have the couch?”
Robin gets kicked off the couch and comes back to the bedroom.
The next morning Mark is passed out on the couch, Gerry’s on the floor watching more Pee-Wee’s Playhouse. He claims he went to sleep and woke back up but the remaining brownies are gone – I still believe he stayed up all night watching them. Robin’s pissed at me for kicking her out of the bed the night before but she gets over it.
I haven’t watched Pee-Wee’s (or eaten dope) since. I’d rather keep my memories of that magical night pure – go out on top, as it where.
Anyway, I was watching Conan O’Brien last night and Paul Reubens was on, promoting the re-release of Pee-Wee’s Playhouse on the Cartoon Network. Reminded me of a story…
I was a fan of the show growing up. I wasn’t the coolest kind in the world but one thing people seemed to get a kick out of was watching me do the Pee-Wee Herman dance. I was like a fat kid with a magic set – able to fend off insults by being so damn cute and entertaining.
Robin was a different kind of fan. The kind that bought the VHS box set in college and would get stoned every night (and Saturday morning) and watch an episode. It was like a religion to her. I’d come over her place and she’ll be sitting with several people – staring at the TV as if Pee-Wee was their God.
At that point I wasn’t really smoking anymore and Pee-Wee’s Playhouse was a novelty from my childhood so I never really got into that aspect of her life. As the year went on she started watching it less and less. By the time she moved out to DC with me she was essentially done with Pee-Wee’s Playhouse and dope.
Until this one evening, a couple of weeks after she returned from Spain. We were putting up Gerry again and they decided to rekindle the past and watch Pee-Wee’s Playhouse baked. I figured I'd join in and invited my boy, Mark, to join us.
Gerry got the dope. No idea where he got it from. He baked it into some brownies and served them up. About ten minutes into eating special brownies we’re all vegetables. No idea how much he put into those things or if the dope was treated or something but we couldn’t fucking move.
At all.
We sat down on that catch and were mesmerized by Pee-Wee’s Playhouse. Every joke was suddenly sexual – every time Pee-Wee winked he was talking about drugs. It was all so obvious to us. I think that night was the closest I’ve ever come to a revelation.
About two hours in Robin goes into the bedroom. I get up and follow her, find her passed out on the bed. I get so angry, I tell her, “What the fuck? We got guests. Don’t be rude.” She gets out of bed and goes back into the living room.
I lay down on the bed and go to sleep.
She falls asleep on the couch. Twenty minutes later Mark wakes her up and asks, “Hey – I can’t drive – so I’m gonna sleep here. Can I have the couch?”
Robin gets kicked off the couch and comes back to the bedroom.
The next morning Mark is passed out on the couch, Gerry’s on the floor watching more Pee-Wee’s Playhouse. He claims he went to sleep and woke back up but the remaining brownies are gone – I still believe he stayed up all night watching them. Robin’s pissed at me for kicking her out of the bed the night before but she gets over it.
I haven’t watched Pee-Wee’s (or eaten dope) since. I’d rather keep my memories of that magical night pure – go out on top, as it where.
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