Mexican Food, Finally
Nothing in the world is better than being stoned and eating Mexican food. Nothing. Reassemble the members of your crew who haven’t fallen asleep and hit your favorite taqueria, preferably one that serves margaritas in pint glasses. No fancy shit. If the table isn’t a Pollack-esque mess of spilled salsa, cheese and beans by then end, you did it wrong. Optional indulgence: Post-dinner spliff, which is like when smokers have a satisfying cigarette after dinner, but because there’s weed in it, there’s actually a purpose.