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2C-I - First Time - Kickin' It On The Town

fict

Bluelighter
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Oct 22, 2002
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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 ]
 
Excellent report.
Im glad you finally got to try 2C-I, especially after me telling you how good it was :) . Im also glad you had such a wonderful experience.
As for your friends "razor blade" feeling, I have no idea what to say about that. I havent read anything like that, nor experienced it. Perhaps someone else could shed some light on it.
 
yeah, great report and welcome to the wonders of 2c-i....Matt, I believed i read about the symptom fict has described. Some people have felt an allergic reaction on 2c-b, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to imagine such reaction could be triggered by 2c-i.
I took this from Erowid:
"...There are also several reports of allergic type reactions causing increased mucus production, occasionally this results in coughing as mucus gathers in the windpipe and lungs."..
Maybe that was what she felt...
 
Originally posted by NSU:
yeah, great report and welcome to the wonders of 2c-i....Matt, I believed i read about the symptom fict has described. Some people have felt an allergic reaction on 2c-b, so it wouldn't be unreasonable to imagine such reaction could be triggered by 2c-i.
I took this from Erowid:
"...There are also several reports of allergic type reactions causing increased mucus production, occasionally this results in coughing as mucus gathers in the windpipe and lungs."..
Maybe that was what she felt...

I've read the same, and from the symptoms she described, I don't think that was it. I suspected it might have been an allergic reaction, but of what kind, I couldn't say. I'm more concerned that it was a psychsomatic reaction. I'm wondering if there are any psychological "symbols" regarding the throat. I've heard of people who've felt things were stuck in their throats when in fact there is nothing, and that it had a psychological connection.
Another thing I forgot to add:
A bit more than two years ago I bought my first pill at a club. I popped it, thinking it was E. Having used MDMA *many* times after that, I feel content in saying that pill was *not* MDMA. This 2C-I experience reminded me *A LOT* of that pill, and has served to confirm my belief that that first pill was, in fact, 2C-B. I consider myself lucky. Trying 2C-B would certainly serve to reenforce that belief, but as it stands, the similarity to 2C-I, and the fact that effects and duration were consistent with 2C-B leads me to believe that I have unknowingly tried 2C-B. Neato.
[ 28 October 2002: Message edited by: fict ]
 
Great report! Thanks for sharing it and welcome to the light of blue! :)
Good to know you used feet and busses to get into town! You were very smart not driving under the influence. I don't know why everyone can't use busses, trains, trams, taxis, feet etc.. to get where they want to go when tripping.
Also, about your first pill, do you remember at all what it was? Maybe you could do a bit of research using pillreports (if they keep old posts) to see what it may of been.
 
Originally posted by Splatt:
Great report! Thanks for sharing it and welcome to the light of blue! :)
Good to know you used feet and busses to get into town! You were very smart not driving under the influence. I don't know why everyone can't use busses, trains, trams, taxis, feet etc.. to get where they want to go when tripping.
Also, about your first pill, do you remember at all what it was? Maybe you could do a bit of research using pillreports (if they keep old posts) to see what it may of been.

Part of the reason I suspect 2C-B is because the pill was substantially smaller than any pill I've purchased, and also, it was completely without marking. In fact, the surface of it was rough, it looked like it'd been through quite a bit of shit. Or, more accurately, it looked as though it'd been home-made, definately not pressed. Very crumbly. Duration was almost exactly 4.5 hours after onset, 5 hours from consumption to sleep. Visuals were present, but it was more stimulating than stoning, so I don't suspect MDA or MDE, especially given my past experience with very stoning pills.
2C-B really fits the bill, especially given the startling similarities to 2C-I. Using 2C-I was almost like having that first pill all over again.
peace
 
yes, i love 2C-I! it is gentle and powerful at the same time. easy on the body and plays wells with *others*. all in all one of my all time favorite PEAs. sounds like your first trip was ~12-14mg. that's a great way to taste this chem and get a feel for it. good report.
 
Originally posted by nada rylnym:
yes, i love 2C-I! it is gentle and powerful at the same time. easy on the body and plays wells with *others*. all in all one of my all time favorite PEAs. sounds like your first trip was ~12-14mg. that's a great way to taste this chem and get a feel for it. good report.
nodnod, it should have been right about 13 mg. Looks like I forgot to explicitly mention that. 26 mg split evenly in wine.
 
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