There are drugs and there are drugs

Hey so I realized that I never wrote a drug poem. I wanted to hit every one of the themes this year. So this is not a poem but here is something.  
   
A while back me and some friends decided that we are going to have a house party and have a good time.  
   
Everyone was designated to bring something. I brought a couple of bottles of liquor and some chips. ( no I did not do any dip. I was not designated to bring that.)  
   
We had everything. Food, drinks, music, and whatnot.  
   
Let me explain what Whatnot is before weed was legal. We had that.  
   
 Also, people brought a plus one. One of those plus ones had shrooms. So there were drinks and drugs.  
   
I was happy to stay with the drinks. That was my poison. But I wanted to show I was “Down” with everything.  I was offered weed. In my mind, I thought, ‘ I smoked cigarettes before. I can do this. No problem.”  
   
There is a problem. You see depending on what drink I am drinking you get different sides of Fia.    
   
I was drinking Jamison and coke. Rum and coke. I was feeling nice already. Dancing with the glass in my hand and moving to some bass beat.  
   
I took 2 puffs. I remembered that was the limit, right? Puff, puff, give. Its on TV all the time.  
   
The rum had me nice and dancing with whoever. The weed had me questioning who the fuck am I dancing with and why am I choking on the scent of his cologne. I must be too close.  
   
I backed up and found out my friend behind me decided to take shrooms for the first time. This party just kept getting better.  
   
My friend does not dance. Never dance, and now I know why. Uncoordinated as a Mother fucker. But the shrooms had her doing some things that the rum and the weed could not justify as not dancing.  
   
The music changes to something techno. Why techno? She must have bumped into someone and the next thing I know I hear her say, “back up and kiss my ass.” That is all I heard.    
   
Something must have happened before then  
   
She turns and flashes all of us her ass, so this guy could kiss it. Again, in my mind, I wanted to laugh, and then I thought, would that be cool to laugh?  
   
All of a sudden, you hear the music lower and a chant start: “Kiss it, kiss it.”  
   
I swear he dropped down and kiss her ass. Lol  
   
I guess this is tame from other people’s experience, but when I sit and think, “What were we thinking, being that we were all in our thirties. Something was definitely wrong with us."