Gurl PowR!

Your period must be seriously messing with your brain, because you've just decided to take a drive with a bunch of rabid ultraliberals. You look around your room, wondering what one is supposed to bring along on a hippie mystery trip. Drawing a blank, you throw a towel, a bikini and bug spray into an old duffel bag that you have hidden in the back of your closet. You wish you had a working phone so you could dial 911, just in case the hippies get hungry and resort to cannibalism.

An hour later, you are sitting squished into a beat-up Subaru station wagon, bumping slowly along a dirt road that the hippies tell you leads to a nice, quiet lake. They've been passing a joint around ever since you left the city limits and talking some nonsense about a "fish bowl" while looking sideways at you with devious little hippie grins. What on earth were you thinking when you agreed to go along with Lily? You've obviously made the wrong choice, and your only course of action now is to keep up appearances and try to make it home in one piece. If only you had your phone, you would totally call Gina and start bitching right in front of this whole smelly bunch: Laz, the scruffy-faced beach boy who you've already noticed has an eye for you; Vida, the fat Hispanic girl with a moustache; her girlfriend Erin, who is like Lily, except with hairy armpits and a hyena laugh; and of course Lily herself, whom you will never speak to ever again.

After an eternity, the station wagon comes to a lurching halt. You can barely see out the window with all the putrid smoke hanging in the air. As the door is opened, you practically fall out, gasping for breath. But the air outside is even worse. Not only is it like 500 degrees out, it's also really muggy and buggy. Vida laughs a little as you wave your arms wildly back and forth, dousing yourself frantically with bug spray. How dare she?! It's not your fault that your people came from castles, while her people came from swamps! She's in her natural element, while you're just a fish out of water.

So maybe that's what they meant by "fish bowl"…

You scowl as you think that hippies, despite their whole lala love and peace bit, are really just full of shit. They're not nice. They're nasty, they reek, and this whole day has just been so…ugh!!!

As IF!