Like when the topic of how the RV was better because of the bathroom. Bob added excitedly, “Absolutely! Except when you go to dump the tanks and dis...cover the hose wasn’t properly connected, then SPLAAATTT.”A chorus of “Eeeww’s” and an “I DONE THAT man,” threatened to derail the serious side of the debate altogether.I thought Greg was going to bust a gut because Bob had everyone so bamboozled with his bullshit.The laughter may have been louder than all of the arguments! Everyone was having fun.. .but apparently, My father in law had other ideas.We got there a little late. By the time we got our tickets and popcorn...I gotta have my popcorn...the previews had already started. The theater has stadium style seating and when we walked in, most of the people were sitting in the middle rows. I like to sit in the in the back row at the end seat, so I was kind of disappointed. My husband took my hand and said to follow him. My father in law, Husbands Cousin. my Son followed us. He led us up. I opened a wooden box on my night stand and removed rolling papers and a baggie of marijuana. I rolled a couple of nice size joints and fired one up, inhaling deeply the mystical herb. I always found a nice buzz could keep me going. Puff, puff swallow and I was ready to go.With basket, detergent and coins in hand I was ready to go. Wearing only an extra-large hoody, panties and flip flops I began my journey down the broken sidewalk winding my way between the dilapidated buildings that had yet. My friends wanted to dress like slut witches and we all thought it would be fun. We were all single and wanted to be liked by the boys. Once the costumes arrived, one hour before the party, we tried them on. Mine was a black outfit, with a blouse that showed my cleavage and a straight miniskirt that was too short, just one inch below my panties. I was worried my panties, which were bikini cotton and all white (I always wear white or pink bikini panties), would stand out and show when I sat down.