peace peace peace peace peace
Friday afternoon, no classes, big plans. Oooh, big plans. It'd been about three weeks since my last trip, and I was itchin' to get some psychedelia back into my life. I wasn't, however, feeling like I needed anything terribly spiritual at the time, I didn't need anything introspective, either. I just needed a good ol' recreational time.
Now, 2C-I has been on my list of chems-to-try for about a year now, ever since the old North-American suppliers-of-yore had shut their doors, and along with them, any hope of my ever attaining the chemical. However, after a bizzare series of events involving three chimpanzees, bjork (in the flesh!!!), and a few explosions, I suddenly found myself with a small amount of the clumpy, white-as-white-can-be powder on hand. Delicious looking, really. Almost like confectioner's sugar.
So, that splendid Friday afternoon at about 2:00 PM, I weighed out 26 mg, dissolved it in a small amount of red wine, and split the wine between two glasses. One for myself, one for my female companion, Wuzzle. We sipped on it for about a half-hour, and it wasn't until about 3:30 PM (t+1:30) that I really noticed much effect. The coming-up phase all took place in Wuzzle's room, listening to CD's with cartoons on the tube.
The mental, visual, and somatic effects all developed concurrently. Physically, my body felt *very* energetic. A bit too energetic for my taste, actually. Unless I got up and moved, I was laying down and shivering a bit. Not from coldness, just from.. the uncontainable energy. Of course, this is nothing terribly new for me. Coming-up is always a bit rough physically, and this was certainly no worse than coming up on any other substance. In fact, it was quite a bit smoother, given that there was no nausea to speak of.
Visually, things were all classic-phenetyhlamine. Neon-colors splish-splashed hither and tither, increased emphasis on the surfaces' textures, typical stuff. I did take note of the "persian carpet" patterning that Shulgin mentions in regard to both 2C-I and 2C-B. Neat-o. A few posters in Wuzzle's room were particularly fascinating. She has one of a girl in a bathtub breast-feeding a stuffed tiger. The shadows in the picture moved around, and if I concentrated on it, the woman would actually move ever so slightly. Very cool. The walls were ... fluctuating.. Not breathing, really, but moving a bit. Tracers were among the longest I'd ever seen on anything. Blah blah blah.
Mentally, I felt pretty much sober. Sometime while we were still chilling in the appartment, we decided to go outside for a cigarette. We sat outside smoking, and who should come out but one of Wuzzle's neighbors, Luzzle! We like Luzzle, she's great. She's a funny funny funny girl, and quite difficult to *not* get along with. Well, after giving Wuzzle a big wide-eyed "I'm-not-going-to-be-able-to-pull-this-off!" glance, Wuzzle, Luzzle, and myself somehow launched into an absolutely absurd conversation about "bovine warmth" and how we wanted cows in our apartments to cling to in order to be warm in the cold, cold air. Hm. Luzzle was totally into it, cracking up at least as hard as we were, but not quite meeting our eyes. She's a cool girl, and she's cool with drugs, but.. hm. Perhaps not entirely comfortable being sober around trippers. I don't blame her.
We eventually decided to catch a bus downtown, but we needed some cash and candy. We walked down the street a small ways to a 7-11, where I purchased a bottle of water and some life savers. Wuzzle tried to use the ATM, but messed up her pin # too many times, thus putting both her account and the machine out of service. We walked back to the bus stop to wait a while. It was perhaps 45 degrees outside. Brr.
Being outside was great, everything had a shine to it, brand new and just waiting to be used for the first time. I commented on the general prettiness, but Wuzzle apparently wasn't getting the same visual effects that I was. There wasn't much patterning, really, but there was an emphasis on patterns that were already present. The concrete of the sidewalk looked particularly interesting, just because I was aware of .. patterns. Everywhere, really. The grass, the street, ... everywhere. Oh right, not only was it 45 degrees out, it was also raining...
So, the bus finally comes, and we hop on. Nothing too special here, except the lady sitting at the front of the bus talking AT the driver. I'm not really sure what she was talking about, something about being in the military and how dangerous it was and whatnot. The speech sounded so rehearsed to me, though. I wondered if she'd been practicing, and if this was the highlight of her otherwise-lonely day. Sad thoughts, but somewhat disconnected from my mood.
We got off at a library downtown. We walked in and quickly realized that this was not exactly a great place for us to be, seeing as we were laughing at pretty much anything for no particular reason. We walked up to the children's book section, and I took one glance inside and took a sharp left. I pulled Wuzzle aside and said "We can't go in there!" There were middle-aged men learning to read on the library's computers. Geeze. Really, not the place to be.
We walked around just a tad bit more, pushing our luck. We stumbled upon some art-books and took a gander. Pictures were interesting, but not really any more interesting than the carpet on which we were sitting, which was just endlessly fascinating.
After a few scornful glances and murmuring "We are the scum of the earth-hee-hee-hee- we are horrible hee-hee-hee," we left. Upon exiting, we both let out a sigh of relief and went off about what a bad idea it was to go to a library. .. Fun, but bad.
After that, we walked around admiring just about anything and everything, enjoying the rainy, cold weather, just talking shit back and forth, .. trippin' and laughin' at the crap.
We hit up a coffee shop for some relaxation, where I ran into an RA in my building. Didn't exactly pull that one off flawlessly, hah! He asked me why I "was looking at him like that?" Hah.
There was just so much that happened! I can't even begin to cover all of it. We wandered into the "bad" part of town, we walked over 6 miles, rode some more buses, stopped by a campus coffee-shop/pool hall.. geeze. Suffice it to say that it was a memorable day. 2C-I *definately* gets my seal of approval, and just walking around town with no particular plan was a blast. I highly recommend it to anyone who wasn't tried it. Just keep the dose low, and watch out for oncoming traffic!
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There was one thing which I neglected to mention. Throughout the experience, Wuzzle felt as though she had "a tiny shard of razor blade" stuck in the base of her throat. When she wasn't thinking about it, it went away, so I'm fairly sure that it was psychological, but extremely odd nonetheless. When she closed her eyes, she could visualize the obstruction. We're thinking it might be a psychological hold-over from a rather unpleasent 5-MeO-DiPT trip, but we're not sure. Any ideas about what it might have been?
peace
[ 27 October 2002: Message edited by: fict ]
Friday afternoon, no classes, big plans. Oooh, big plans. It'd been about three weeks since my last trip, and I was itchin' to get some psychedelia back into my life. I wasn't, however, feeling like I needed anything terribly spiritual at the time, I didn't need anything introspective, either. I just needed a good ol' recreational time.
Now, 2C-I has been on my list of chems-to-try for about a year now, ever since the old North-American suppliers-of-yore had shut their doors, and along with them, any hope of my ever attaining the chemical. However, after a bizzare series of events involving three chimpanzees, bjork (in the flesh!!!), and a few explosions, I suddenly found myself with a small amount of the clumpy, white-as-white-can-be powder on hand. Delicious looking, really. Almost like confectioner's sugar.
So, that splendid Friday afternoon at about 2:00 PM, I weighed out 26 mg, dissolved it in a small amount of red wine, and split the wine between two glasses. One for myself, one for my female companion, Wuzzle. We sipped on it for about a half-hour, and it wasn't until about 3:30 PM (t+1:30) that I really noticed much effect. The coming-up phase all took place in Wuzzle's room, listening to CD's with cartoons on the tube.
The mental, visual, and somatic effects all developed concurrently. Physically, my body felt *very* energetic. A bit too energetic for my taste, actually. Unless I got up and moved, I was laying down and shivering a bit. Not from coldness, just from.. the uncontainable energy. Of course, this is nothing terribly new for me. Coming-up is always a bit rough physically, and this was certainly no worse than coming up on any other substance. In fact, it was quite a bit smoother, given that there was no nausea to speak of.
Visually, things were all classic-phenetyhlamine. Neon-colors splish-splashed hither and tither, increased emphasis on the surfaces' textures, typical stuff. I did take note of the "persian carpet" patterning that Shulgin mentions in regard to both 2C-I and 2C-B. Neat-o. A few posters in Wuzzle's room were particularly fascinating. She has one of a girl in a bathtub breast-feeding a stuffed tiger. The shadows in the picture moved around, and if I concentrated on it, the woman would actually move ever so slightly. Very cool. The walls were ... fluctuating.. Not breathing, really, but moving a bit. Tracers were among the longest I'd ever seen on anything. Blah blah blah.
Mentally, I felt pretty much sober. Sometime while we were still chilling in the appartment, we decided to go outside for a cigarette. We sat outside smoking, and who should come out but one of Wuzzle's neighbors, Luzzle! We like Luzzle, she's great. She's a funny funny funny girl, and quite difficult to *not* get along with. Well, after giving Wuzzle a big wide-eyed "I'm-not-going-to-be-able-to-pull-this-off!" glance, Wuzzle, Luzzle, and myself somehow launched into an absolutely absurd conversation about "bovine warmth" and how we wanted cows in our apartments to cling to in order to be warm in the cold, cold air. Hm. Luzzle was totally into it, cracking up at least as hard as we were, but not quite meeting our eyes. She's a cool girl, and she's cool with drugs, but.. hm. Perhaps not entirely comfortable being sober around trippers. I don't blame her.
We eventually decided to catch a bus downtown, but we needed some cash and candy. We walked down the street a small ways to a 7-11, where I purchased a bottle of water and some life savers. Wuzzle tried to use the ATM, but messed up her pin # too many times, thus putting both her account and the machine out of service. We walked back to the bus stop to wait a while. It was perhaps 45 degrees outside. Brr.
Being outside was great, everything had a shine to it, brand new and just waiting to be used for the first time. I commented on the general prettiness, but Wuzzle apparently wasn't getting the same visual effects that I was. There wasn't much patterning, really, but there was an emphasis on patterns that were already present. The concrete of the sidewalk looked particularly interesting, just because I was aware of .. patterns. Everywhere, really. The grass, the street, ... everywhere. Oh right, not only was it 45 degrees out, it was also raining...
So, the bus finally comes, and we hop on. Nothing too special here, except the lady sitting at the front of the bus talking AT the driver. I'm not really sure what she was talking about, something about being in the military and how dangerous it was and whatnot. The speech sounded so rehearsed to me, though. I wondered if she'd been practicing, and if this was the highlight of her otherwise-lonely day. Sad thoughts, but somewhat disconnected from my mood.
We got off at a library downtown. We walked in and quickly realized that this was not exactly a great place for us to be, seeing as we were laughing at pretty much anything for no particular reason. We walked up to the children's book section, and I took one glance inside and took a sharp left. I pulled Wuzzle aside and said "We can't go in there!" There were middle-aged men learning to read on the library's computers. Geeze. Really, not the place to be.
We walked around just a tad bit more, pushing our luck. We stumbled upon some art-books and took a gander. Pictures were interesting, but not really any more interesting than the carpet on which we were sitting, which was just endlessly fascinating.
After a few scornful glances and murmuring "We are the scum of the earth-hee-hee-hee- we are horrible hee-hee-hee," we left. Upon exiting, we both let out a sigh of relief and went off about what a bad idea it was to go to a library. .. Fun, but bad.
After that, we walked around admiring just about anything and everything, enjoying the rainy, cold weather, just talking shit back and forth, .. trippin' and laughin' at the crap.
We hit up a coffee shop for some relaxation, where I ran into an RA in my building. Didn't exactly pull that one off flawlessly, hah! He asked me why I "was looking at him like that?" Hah.
There was just so much that happened! I can't even begin to cover all of it. We wandered into the "bad" part of town, we walked over 6 miles, rode some more buses, stopped by a campus coffee-shop/pool hall.. geeze. Suffice it to say that it was a memorable day. 2C-I *definately* gets my seal of approval, and just walking around town with no particular plan was a blast. I highly recommend it to anyone who wasn't tried it. Just keep the dose low, and watch out for oncoming traffic!
----
There was one thing which I neglected to mention. Throughout the experience, Wuzzle felt as though she had "a tiny shard of razor blade" stuck in the base of her throat. When she wasn't thinking about it, it went away, so I'm fairly sure that it was psychological, but extremely odd nonetheless. When she closed her eyes, she could visualize the obstruction. We're thinking it might be a psychological hold-over from a rather unpleasent 5-MeO-DiPT trip, but we're not sure. Any ideas about what it might have been?
peace
[ 27 October 2002: Message edited by: fict ]
. Im also glad you had such a wonderful experience.
