[CosmicPal]

I probably shouldn't tell this, but what the hey...

This female friend of mine told me of her impending birthday on the horizon and asked if I'd take her out on her birthday. I was a bit surprised, but she was a kewl gal, so I said, "Sure, what do you want to do?"

She indicated to me she wanted to trip out (drop acid) on her birthday. I told her it wasn't such a good idea and that she should reconsider. She said it was her 20th and wasn't any milestone of a birthday; and really wanted to try it- particularly on her birthday. I repeatedly suggested she just hang with the girls and get drunk, but to no avail- she insisted. At this time, I was sharing an off-campus house with three other students, so I told her to come by that Saturday afternoon, if indeed that's what she wanted to do.

So, she shows up. I again ask her if this is how she really wants to spend her birthday, she replied with a resounding, yes. We drop and sit around chatting and listening to some Dead music. I'm smiling and having a good time while she tries to pay attention to the music, all the while, sitting on the floor indian style. A half hour goes by and she says, "This sucks! I'm not feeling anything."
"Well, I am. Just give it some time."
A half hour later she says she still doesn't feel anything, so I suggest we take a walk around the park and maybe some clean fresh air will liven her up. We get to the park and she locates a swing. "OH MY GAWD! I LOVE SWINGS!"
So, we saunter over to the swingset. A mother is pushing her daughter in one of the swings and the only one available happens to be next to them. My friend jumps into the swing, "Push me like REALLY high."
I push her from behind, "HIGHER!"
Again, I push and push, all the while, she is laughing out loud and screaming, "HIGHER! HIGHER!"
The mother doesn't know what to think and is rather disturbed that two young adults could find such profound enjoyment in a swing. She lets he daughter down and leaves.

I suggest we leave the park before we get discovered. On the way home we pass this house with a giant weeping willow in the front yard. I stop and point at the weeping willow, "Oh, those are my favorite trees."
My friend leans next to me and says, "Oh, it's beautiful. What's it called?"
"It's called a weeping willow."
Her eyes and mouth widen, "NOOOOOOOOOO. You do not say?"
"Yep. See how the long dangling branches reach downward as though the tree is weeping?"
"OH MY GAWD! That is the saddest thing!"

She dashes over to the weeping willow and grabs an armful of branches and embraces them like a child. "You poor thing! You poor, poor tree."
My friend is now weeping. She moves underneath the tree and actually gets down on her knees to hug the tree trunk. "You poor tree. BWAAAAHHHHHAAAAAAAA"
She's freakin' crying out loud. I saunter over to the tree, "Uhhhh, we gotta get going before someone hears you. C'mon."
Just then, the owner of the house steps out onto his porch, "What the hell is going on out here?"
"Oh nothing sir."
All the while my friend is sitting under the tree crying, so I whisper to her, "C'mon! We've got to go..."
The man shouts as he walks toward us, "Is there something wrong with her?"
I looked at her, and then looked at the strange man. I didn't know what to do, 'cause I myself was trippin, so I just screamed, "Ahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" and ran back toward the house. Apparently this got my friend running after me too. As soon as we reached the house, I shut the door and we ran downstairs and we both started laughing our azzes off for awhile. The rest of the night I can't share with you....