Suit yourself!

The summer after my first year in college, my father and I went camping.  Actually, there were four of us camping.  My father brought his good buddy, Ray.  Ray, in turn, brought the kid of a woman he was dating.  It was an interesting dynamic.  More appropriately, Ray was an interesting dynamic.  When I asked Ray why he brought the kid camping he told me he liked the kid more than the woman he was dating.  Wierd.  So, there were two 50 year old men and two 19 year old kids. 
We all piled our camping gear into Ray's station wagon and took off to some lake near Mt. Hood.  Ray was driving, my dad rode shotgun, the kid and I in the back seat.  About 15 minutes into the trip, the kid pulled the biggest bag of weed I had ever seen.  He loaded a huge bud into a pipe looked around and silently offered it to me. 
"Dude..."  I said while quickly glancing at my dad," I can't.  My dad's right there."
The kid looked at me, shrugged and said, "suit yourself."  He took a huge drag...held it in...then blew the stinky smoke in between my father and Ray.  The two of them looked at each other and Ray announced "reminds me of college at Berkley."
I was horrified.  Not only was the kid smoking weed...he was smoking it in front of adults.  WTF!  I was going to get in trouble.  I just knew it.
We arrived at the campsite and I couldn't get out of the car fast enough.  That prick was gonna get me busted.  Doesn't he know you don't smoke the weed in front of your parents.  I was gonna have to be very careful. 
We got the tents up.  Blew up the raft.  Set up camp.  Kept the food in the car as there were bears.  Dad and Ray pulled out the cooler with the beer and booze and we all had a drink.  After a bit, Ray suggested that the kid and I take the raft out and go fishing and catch our dinner.  We got out to the middle of the lake and the kid pulled out that huge bag of weed again.  He, again, loaded the pipe and offered it to me.  "I can't take a hit dude, my dad is right over there."
"Suit yourself" he said and took a monster hit of the weed.
We each had about 3 fish on the stringer when we decided we had to pee.  We rowed to the shore, grabbed the stringer of fish and put them in a shallow pond near the lake side.  We peed, came back to the raft and fish and noticed the fish were belly up and a different color.  Oops.  We had set them in a warm spring, accidentally and cooked them.  We left the volcanically cooked fish in the spring and rowed back to the campsite.
After dinner and drinks, we all sat around the fire.  Once again the kid pulled out the bag o' weed and pipe.  Loaded that bitch up and offered it to me.  I was mortified.  I looked at the pipe.  While looking at the pipe, I noticed that Ray and my father were looking at me.  "I'll pass" I said to the kid.  "Suit yourself."  the kid said.  He then did the unthinkable...he offered it to my dad.
"About fucking time" was the reply.  My dad took that pipe, pulled a lighter out of his pocket and fired that bitch up.  He drew so much weed smoke into his lungs I thought he was gonna burst.  THEN HE TOOK MORE.  He held his breath for what seemed like half a lifetime then blew it out.  "Ere" he said to Ray and Ray took the pipe.  Ray took a hit "good shit" he said and passed it back to my dad.  He took another hit and gave it to the kid.  The kid took a hit and handed it to me.  All three of them were looking at me.  "Assholes" I quipped and took the pipe.

After a few passes of the pipe, Ray went to bed.  My father soon followed.  Not before he announced he had to pee first.  Past the fire and down to the lake he went.  The moon was directly in front of him.  The reflection of the moon on the lake was beautiful.  Dad started peeing in the lake.  The sound was deafening.  The sound of pee hitting the lake was echoing off the hills.  You could hear my father peeing from miles away.  When he had finished.  We could see him hold his wrist up to his face.  He was trying to see what time it was.
"Fuck" came out of his mouth.  Of course it came out loudly and echoed all around the lake.  "F*** F***F***F***"
"What's wrong, pop" I asked.
"My watch is busted" he said.
"Come here...let me see"
He walked back up to the fire and held out his wrist and watch so I could see.
"It's not broken you stoned idiot...it's midnight.  The little hand and the big hand are pointing at the same number."
He was so wasted, he thought his watch was broken.  Sweet.