2002ish I hooked up with a Russian chick one night on 6th. She spoke limited english but from what I gathered she was in the country on a study abroad program. I had ridden downtown with my buddy so I said adios and she drove us back to my apartment in a shitty Mazda MX6. As we're rolling down Mopac she keeps asking, "You like patsmoke?" I'm thinking WTF is 'patsmoke', until she reaches under her seat and pulls out a bag with a scant amount of the most miserable-looking weed you've ever seen. I laughed and said hell yes I like 'patsmoke'. A few minutes later she asks, "You like Dave Matthews?" and pulls out a fucking DMB CD. Staring at this curvy, slightly Vic Mackey-ish but very cute Russian bird, I knew what had to be done. I said, "Fuck yeah I like Dave Matthews!!!" and she popped that CD in and we listened to fucking Ants Marching at high volume all the way back to my place on Pond Springs Rd.
We got home, I made a beer can pipe, we smoked that little bit of crappy weed, and then went toe-to-toe for 15 rounds like Rocky vs Ivan Drago.