Jules1982
Bluelighter
when weed and alcohol combine well
so i was sitting here thinking, and i remembered that when i'd got home last week i'd postedin social about my night out, but it was more of a trip report and didn't get much of a response. and being as stoned as i am i quite fancy reading some trip reports, so i thought i might post my one. its out and out copy - pasted from the social post.
i just got home right, and i'm still quite fuckered, but oh my god.
i feel like i've been out pilling and i've had about four pints of lager spread out over an evening, one double vodka and coke downed at closing (i was working btw, the pints were drunk in halves from six til eleven thirty). we went home, i rolled a spliff, the cab came before we could smokeit, and there was no where obvious outside where we could smoke and we wanted to getin htere with at least some time, so we go in, to the bar, a bacardi breezer for me, then me and one of my friends go to the toilet and smoke a big fat joint. we meet up with our other friend (her boyfriend) and go to somewhere where i can boogie a bit and he can sit. well, i drink my breezer and boogie away, with and without my friend. and i swear i feel like i'm pilling, the lights catch my eyes and draw my head to them, if i try and look at my friend close to me all i see is her in static and everyone in the surroundings perfectly clearly, yet when i try and look at the surroundings, previously clear, they go fussy and thing i was trying to look at before goes clear.
but i'm more aware of others than when i'mpilling... asin their need to go home. so we go and sit, while my friend goes to buy me some water and her bloke som beer. i sit and boogie a bit in chair, and watch the people dancing around us, this one woman in her late twenties or thirties is wearing a very tight pink dress, long. and it clings to her. and i remember thinking that when she tried that on she thought she looked really nice cos she was holding herself in, but now she's got a few drinks inside her she's relaxed and the dress no longers looks good.
fucking hell. as you can probably tell i'm still quite fucked.
so my friend gets back with the drinks, and we sit for a bit, trying to talk a bit, but it was too fucking loud and i couldn't understand properly. so i have a ciggie and watch the people dancing again, thinking how blatent their moves are... ways to get people in bed with them, and i think its such as shame because sometimes when youd ance and you just don't care what people think, you do your best dancing and people admire that, the real sensation of feeling the dance.
so i just went off one one.
but as i said, i was aware that my friend's man wanted to go home and my friend would have been up for staying if her man was, but he wasn't so she wanted to go.
so i suggest we go. i finish the ciggie, he has a few more swigs of beer and we go.
outside the place a dodgy cabby tries to rip us off, and i'm fucking fantastic! i say, how much to X then off to Y, and he says a tenner to X, i'm like, no fucking way, its three quid to X and a fiver to Y. and he's like "a tenner to Y" and i'm shouting back at him as we walk off (to a legitimate cab office) "fiver to Y". i was such an attitudey bitch, i turned into rachel for a bit, i had power, i could shout back at people in the street and not worry what they thought about me.
but again, i ramble.
so we get the cab home, and i let my friend's man know that it could be easily arranged for him to getsome substances that he had previously requested and been told would be difficult to get. so this gets us on to ways for him to contact me. andthis gets really confusing. and ends up with me giving my friend, his girls, my number. but mygod how we got there was beyond me.
so i suggest the cab drops me at the bottom of the road my road is off of (if you live in suburbia you understand), about a three minute walk from my house, enough for a ciggie and time to evalute how to get into the house without waking the neighbours and my puritanical sister up. but my friend's man gets all, no the cab is dropping you off at your house, and keeps repeating this to the cabby, and all my directions loudly and many times to the cabby.
so we get to my house. i am dropped off and informed that i am not allowed to pay. not one to pass up such an offer, i wave my goodbyes, come inside and write this.
you can tell i was pissed up, even when i type my accent comes across!
anyway, i hope you enjoy.
Jules
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I'm often stoned and usually confused.
so i was sitting here thinking, and i remembered that when i'd got home last week i'd postedin social about my night out, but it was more of a trip report and didn't get much of a response. and being as stoned as i am i quite fancy reading some trip reports, so i thought i might post my one. its out and out copy - pasted from the social post.
i just got home right, and i'm still quite fuckered, but oh my god.
i feel like i've been out pilling and i've had about four pints of lager spread out over an evening, one double vodka and coke downed at closing (i was working btw, the pints were drunk in halves from six til eleven thirty). we went home, i rolled a spliff, the cab came before we could smokeit, and there was no where obvious outside where we could smoke and we wanted to getin htere with at least some time, so we go in, to the bar, a bacardi breezer for me, then me and one of my friends go to the toilet and smoke a big fat joint. we meet up with our other friend (her boyfriend) and go to somewhere where i can boogie a bit and he can sit. well, i drink my breezer and boogie away, with and without my friend. and i swear i feel like i'm pilling, the lights catch my eyes and draw my head to them, if i try and look at my friend close to me all i see is her in static and everyone in the surroundings perfectly clearly, yet when i try and look at the surroundings, previously clear, they go fussy and thing i was trying to look at before goes clear.
but i'm more aware of others than when i'mpilling... asin their need to go home. so we go and sit, while my friend goes to buy me some water and her bloke som beer. i sit and boogie a bit in chair, and watch the people dancing around us, this one woman in her late twenties or thirties is wearing a very tight pink dress, long. and it clings to her. and i remember thinking that when she tried that on she thought she looked really nice cos she was holding herself in, but now she's got a few drinks inside her she's relaxed and the dress no longers looks good.
fucking hell. as you can probably tell i'm still quite fucked.
so my friend gets back with the drinks, and we sit for a bit, trying to talk a bit, but it was too fucking loud and i couldn't understand properly. so i have a ciggie and watch the people dancing again, thinking how blatent their moves are... ways to get people in bed with them, and i think its such as shame because sometimes when youd ance and you just don't care what people think, you do your best dancing and people admire that, the real sensation of feeling the dance.
so i just went off one one.
but as i said, i was aware that my friend's man wanted to go home and my friend would have been up for staying if her man was, but he wasn't so she wanted to go.
so i suggest we go. i finish the ciggie, he has a few more swigs of beer and we go.
outside the place a dodgy cabby tries to rip us off, and i'm fucking fantastic! i say, how much to X then off to Y, and he says a tenner to X, i'm like, no fucking way, its three quid to X and a fiver to Y. and he's like "a tenner to Y" and i'm shouting back at him as we walk off (to a legitimate cab office) "fiver to Y". i was such an attitudey bitch, i turned into rachel for a bit, i had power, i could shout back at people in the street and not worry what they thought about me.
but again, i ramble.
so we get the cab home, and i let my friend's man know that it could be easily arranged for him to getsome substances that he had previously requested and been told would be difficult to get. so this gets us on to ways for him to contact me. andthis gets really confusing. and ends up with me giving my friend, his girls, my number. but mygod how we got there was beyond me.
so i suggest the cab drops me at the bottom of the road my road is off of (if you live in suburbia you understand), about a three minute walk from my house, enough for a ciggie and time to evalute how to get into the house without waking the neighbours and my puritanical sister up. but my friend's man gets all, no the cab is dropping you off at your house, and keeps repeating this to the cabby, and all my directions loudly and many times to the cabby.
so we get to my house. i am dropped off and informed that i am not allowed to pay. not one to pass up such an offer, i wave my goodbyes, come inside and write this.
you can tell i was pissed up, even when i type my accent comes across!
anyway, i hope you enjoy.
Jules
xx
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I'm often stoned and usually confused.
