/tags/drinking/Recent content in Drinking on Gromet's Plaza ArchiveHugoen-usSun, 25 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2018/03/25/bob/Sun, 25 Mar 2018 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2018/03/25/bob/<p>I’d worked with Bob for nearly a year. We ran heavy equipment, excavating for new construction, roadways, anything involving moving a lot of earth. Bob was short, maybe five-foot-seven and kind of slightly built. Bob was definitely one of the guys though; loud, sexist, foul-mouthed and always on time with a filthy joke or observation. Bob loved girls and could spot something wiggling along in a pair of yoga pants a mile away.</p>/stories/2017/10/12/my-first-leotard-and-tights/Thu, 12 Oct 2017 00:00:00 +0000/stories/2017/10/12/my-first-leotard-and-tights/<p>I was eighteen years old when I moved out of my parent’s house and got my first apartment. I lived on the third floor across the hall from a real cool guy named Don who was twenty-four years old. Two days after I moved into the apartment Don invited me over to watch a movie and get high. I went over to his apartment but I told him that I had only smoked a joint once in my life and I was a little nervous. So we sat and had some beers and talked for a while and then he asked me if I was ready to get high. I told him the four beers had helped but I was still a little nervous. Then Don asked me if I had ever heard that wearing a leotard and tights while your getting stoned makes the experience more intense. I said that I had never heard that, and asked him if he was kidding.</p>