I Smoked Pot With My Parents

After the experience I was much more open with my parents about what I was doing and where I was going. I liked that my parents allowed me a beer or glass of wine with dinner as long as I wasn’t driving. I liked that I didn’t have to be afraid to tell my parents about things in my life if I wanted, though there was plenty we didn’t have to talk about (like the fact that I was sleeping at my boyfriend’s house regularly but pretending to have movie nights with the girls) (they pretended to believe this).

Although we were incredibly open with one another, there were still boundaries: one thing we did not do was smoke weed together. I knew some kids who smoked with their parents regularly, but that seemed wrong. Being high was something you should do with someone your own age, or else, who’s the parent?

So here we are, on our way to some hot springs in the Arizona dessert, the first family vacation where I am out of high school and we are all adults (almost…I had a fake ID they also pretended not to know about). We talked about their previous adventures driving through desserts, hitchhiking and meeting weird people and I cursed being born in such a boring era where I could never have adventures like Kerouac because I had a cell phone and could be tracked down. My mom told me I was too young to complain and every generation wishes they were in the generation before (this was before Midnight In Paris so she had to break it to me), then she pulled something out from her bra and gave me a very creepy smile.

“Mom!” I yelled, “Where did you get that?”

“I brought it on the plane! Come on! I know you smoke pot, it will be fun!”

She lit the joint. I started to panic.

Sure, I liked hearing about my parent’s past, it was fun to imagine them in some sort of sixties flashback scene set to the White Album with a lot of weird celebrity cameos (like Across The Universe but way better and not with Bono), but I didn’t want to see it in reality. I didn’t want to be part of it!

We pulled off the road and into a parking lot. My mom took a hit and I looked around nervously for cops. Why was I the one being paranoid here? My dad told a story about almost getting caught on a plane with a bud in his shoe and how it worked better when it was hidden in mom’s bra. She passed the joint to him and held it to his lips as he inhaled. There was something so grossly sensual about this act that I felt sick.

“Your turn.” She passed it to me in the back seat. Were my parents really going to peer pressure me into smoking weed?

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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