I Smoked Pot With My Parents

One summer home from college I went on a trip through Arizona with my parents. It was the first family trip since I had moved away from home, the first trip where we were all adults (if you count being 20 an adult)  and the first time I smoked weed with my parents. It was eye opening, and not only in the way being high usually is. But here’s some background:

When I was 13 I found a VHS of my parents smoking weed out of a homemade pipe at a New Years party held at our house some years before. At the time I found the video our family happened to be in the middle of a hormonal tidal wave. It was mean coincidence that I’d started my period the very same year my mother’s had stopped and it was my instinct as a pubescent girl in battle with a menopausal woman to hoard the tape as potential blackmail.

What I didn’t realize at the time was the video wasn’t blackmail material. My parents were of the hippie generation, rarely wore clothing and lived in a Northern California town where you could hardly go from the health food store to the medical marijuana dispensary next door without hearing a riff of Bob Marley from some hacky sack player’s guitar. This wasn’t Iowa, weed wasn’t a big deal. But, at the time I was still under the impression my parents where ultra-moral robots who had only discovered life once I came along. It was jarring to see them doing something so wrong so openly, and documenting their taboo behavior. But they looked cool, or at least cooler than I was, since I couldn’t get weed and definitely had no understanding of how to turn it into ‘the smoke that goes in your body and makes you feel happy.’ Now I realize how amateur they looked in that video, trying to hit a toilet paper roll with a faucet filter taped on the end; it was almost as if they were kids my age, trying to keep a jerry-rigged highlighter pipe from melting on their parent’s carpet.

As I went through high school I was a pretty good kid, I hardly drank or did drugs, but I started to realize that my parents where different. They had been rebels at my age, they had experienced things I was scared to even think about doing. My dad once nonchalantly asked me: “So Kate, what kind of stuff do people your age smoke? Maui Wowi? Purple Haze?” I had no idea what these things were so I just said, “…Yes.”

Another time my mom sniffed a dollar bill and sighed,”…reminds me of the 80′s.” I could guess what that meant but I didn’t really want to know if I was right.

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    • Kristina

      This is amazing! This reminds me of right before I started going to NYU, (a pretty notoriously stoner-friendly school for anyone unfamiliar), and my parents pulled out a pipe and said they wanted me to smoke with them before going away to school so I wouldn’t look lame when I got to NYU and someone offered. It was an awesome night filled with stupid TV shows, ice cream cake (best thing ever), and laughing at ridiculous things with my parents. It’s still the best time I’ve ever had while smoking. And it definitely instilled in me the type of parent I’d like to be.

    • Nancy

      I want your parents to adopt me!

    • Aviva

      Kate, this is hilarious! I love you.

    • Tate

      This brings a tear to my eye. Long live stoner parents!

    • Lorraine

      Wonderful, colorful stuff. You are lucky to have such great parents!

    • jennifer k

      Great piece. Knowing your parents as well as I do, I can see the charm of this. But it doesn’t always work, and here’s why: neither of your parents are addicts, and this is an incredibly important distinction. Both of my parents are. I was the same age you were when I did drugs with my mother–cocaine and pot, to be exact. The rationalization was that it was better for me to experiment around “experts” than by myself or with my dorky, dangerous friends. Instead of it having hippie charm, in retrospect it had an icky John Phillips/Mackenzie Phillips vibe. My mom did drugs A LOT and still does. As a mother now, I reflect back on this and no longer think it is cool. These experiences merely diminish the respect I have for my parents because–as addicts–they were playing with fire by not drawing a bright line between me and them. I am fairly straight edge (with the occasional exception–most recently smoking pot with your mother, ironically).

      • Kate Messinger

        You’re very right Jennifer. Thanks for sharing your story!

    • Sophie

      Funny story, but so many spelling and grammar mistakes. If you’re going to publish something on the internet, please get it proof read.

      • Josh

        Proofread is one word. lolz

      • Bean

        Grammar Nazis are always the saddest people in the comment thread. Without fail.

    • Jamal

      Why are parent’s so excited to toke weed with there kids and there kids friends. My gfs mom was so excited and wuz like forcing it on me when all i wanted wuz one toke and she wuz like no have more!

    • Quin

      My parents asked me if I wanted to smoke pot with them and my sisters, and I was like “Aw hell no.” That shit weird me out. Not pot, family bonding.

    • nell

      so good…a real trip down Marin memory lane. Could really go for a hot tub right about now.

    • gauge

      This Shit is stupid gay