Su, Nathan, Heidi, Jason, and I went out Saturday night to celebrate Su’s and Jason’s birthdays. Su chose a very nice Italian restaurant (which she already declared will be our usual choice when we go out in the future). Su and Nathan had mashed potatoes and potatoes au gratin with their meal. We all thought that was very impressive since it is sometimes hard to choose between the two. Heidi’s gnocchi came and it was as white as possible. There was not a single non-white spice or garnish to disturb the whiteness on her plate. She was happy. We were all happy.

After dessert, Heidi and I went to the restroom (she had to apply some lipstick). When we got back, Su, Nathan and Jason were looking at a card and a CD. They said the waiter had come over and given it to them.

Apparently, this guy who was sitting at the bar was giving them away. The card had some weird message that read “Fly high etc etc” and it had an anarchy symbol as a signature. Heidi asked to see the card and noticed that the envelope was puffy. She looked inside and looked up at us with an amused look on her face: “There’s pot in the envelope”. What?

After much discussion around the table (including our waiter), it was established that indeed, there was pot in the envelope. Heidi, who’s the craziest person I know, goes up to the guy who wrote the card to figure out why he’s giving it away.

Maybe business is slow and he’s giving out samples to entice new customers. Maybe it fell there by accident. As it turned out, he gets to buy pot legally since he needs it for medical reasons. We are still not sure as to why he was giving it away. We figured he is probably going to die soon and just wants to share the “wealth”. We still don’t know why he chose us (other tables were getting just a card, no envelope or CD).

Oh, and we still don’t know what’s on the CD. It’s in Heidi’s car and she doesn’t want to listen to it. If I get it from her, I’ll let you guys know.

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