Jenny & Jerzey
Jenny and Jerzey shared the same dorm room for this, their first year of college. As both were from similar backgrounds and perspectives, they became fast friends. After their parents had brought them to the campus with their carefully packed belongings and left with their tears and fears, the two young women, both socially outgoing, went to explore the area. The tavern they chose of the many that lined the area where the students congregated was called The Ugly Duckling. The sign had a beautiful swan on it. They laughed at the irony and went in. It didn’t take them long to connect with some others at the tavern.
By this time it was around 7pm and the party had already started. The Ugly Duckling had a section in the basement. The proprietor had no problems with the students lighting up down there. It wasn’t long before Jenny and Jerzey were being escorted by Joey and Johnny to what the regulars called The Dungeon.
Incense was burning and The Doors were playing on the 8-track player. Several individuals were lounging on long couches and psychedelic bean bags that were positioned in pod-like circles on the bright green shag carpet. A giant cut-out of Harvey, the pooka from the movie of the same name, stood in the corner. It looked like a garden from Alice’s Wonderland, under the black light moon.
Jenny and Jerzey each plopped into a bean bag, careful not to spill their bottles of Zima. Soon the pipe was being passed around and the smoke swirled in the purple haze. The assembled group of 10 men and women were soon laughing and having the best time ever. Joey and Johnny, who had brought the weed, moved their bean bags closer. What the women didn’t realize is that Joey had laced the weed with mescaline powder.
When Peter Frampton Comes Alive started playing they got up and began dancing under the black light moon. As they danced the black light posters came to life and Harvey began to sway to the music. Jerzey, who had drank 3 Zimas by this time, needed to urinate. She looked around for the bathroom and miraculously there was a toilet near the stairs, smiling at her. She staggered over, pulled her leotards down and began to pee.
Jerzey heard Joey’s voice yell, “That’s not a litter box!”
By then the deed was done. Jenny saw too late that Jerzey was hallucinating and had thought the fake palm tree planter was a toilet. Jenny, who was less of a partier than Jerzey, had only drank one Zima and taken only one puff off of the pipe, knew it was time to leave, especially after realizing the weed had been laced and hearing Joey’s comment. She went upstairs and called a cab. The freshmen women learned a valuable lesson that evening.