Some Party...

I was attending a party held in my junior high cafeteria celebrating the impending nuptials of Pamela Anderson and Kid Rock. It was during lunchtime of a school day and I was hanging out with my friends and also the members of Rascal Flatts. The server came to our table to offer food, water, and cocaine. I chose the cocaine and asked Pamela (we were on a first name basis, so I called her Pam) if she had a dollar bill I could use. She rolled her eyes in a manner which suggested her words would be "Silly Craig," then nodded to the tray in her hand which had tightly rolled twenty dollar bills in a nice spread, like they were cold cuts. The entire table laughed, myself included, while I took one of the bills and started snorting away.

Several people from my past came by to hang out and I wanted to act as if I had not been snorting cocaine, and I think I fooled them, even though my speech was slurred.

What a crazy dream.

(Disclaimer: The was just a dream. I have never met any of the aforementioned celebrities, nor has any amount of cocaine ever entered my body.)