Sunshine Pointe
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"Magic" Brownies - First Experience - Two Thumbs Up!
Two weeks prior to my own journey, a group of friends decided to make some magical brownies. I chose not to partake – there wasn’t enough to go around and I had midterms that coming week. But the seed was planted in my head to create my own magic and dive into the world that they were experiencing.
My friend C purchased an eighth of VERY high quality pot and used 2/3 in her mix, saving the other third for smoking purposes. I decided that since I don’t smoke and won’t smoke (additional incentive to try the brownies) that I would purchase the same amount and dump the whole amount into the mix. I figured the brownies would go much further that way.
I chose a nutty brownie mix – my experience baking told me that nuts would further mask any potentially foul taste (although I was informed that the taste was not bad at all). My friend C and boyfriend J prepared the pot/butter mixture (under my strict supervision of course). I made the brownie mix and started feeling quite goofy and giggly. I don’t know if it was a contact high, or if it was simply me being punch drunk.
As the brownies baked, our wonderful group kicked some booty playing Halo on X-box.
Our team, for whatever reason, was more giggly than usual.
The brownies finished, and once they cooled we had 24 total brownies, using a 13x9 pan. Everyone took one brownie each, with the exception of one person, the big guy, who had two because he was simply hungry, and loved brownies. We saved three for later use.
We resumed our Halo adventure and about 15 minutes to half an hour into the game, we started to act very silly. We were laughing at the dorkiest things and had trouble concentrating. I stood up to go outside to get some fresh air and I noticed that my balance and coordination were WAY off. Standing still I felt like I was a melting snowman, leaning to one side.
After some random chatting and more Halo action, most of our group of twenty decided to go watch television – mostly because they were at the point where they couldn’t do much of anything else. I still wasn’t feeling anything more than a little silly, and maybe a little sleepy. About an hour into a half into the whole adventure, everyone, but me, was severely stoned. The big guy who ate two just about lost it. He kept running around the house laughing telling us just how stoned he was, then running back into the room and asking us if he just ran in the room telling us how stoned he was. It was actually very funny, and I wasn’t even feeling the effects.
At this point everyone is having a good time…well, except me. I contemplate having another half of a brownie – but something in my heart told me not to.
And it’s a good thing that in my 22 years on this earth I wised up and listened to myself. Not fifteen minutes later while watching the Saturday Night Live episode with the advertisement for “oops I crapped my pants!” I felt a warm rush come over me, and I found it very hard to concentrate. I looked around at everyone, but they were all engrossed in the “commercial”, either laughing or looking highly confused.
I realized at that moment that I was in for an incredible ride.
The next few hours were almost a blur, but here is was I definitely remember:
- I couldn’t move much, but that was okay. I really didn’t want to move much.
- My mouth was the driest it’s ever been. Drinking water didn’t help.
- The smell of popcorn and watching a big screen television got me REALLY confused for a while and I felt that I was actually in a movie theater…weird.
- We had put on South Park, and it was like I was watching a completely different movie. The background characters were in the foreground and vice versa. I then noticed that I was noticing many insignificant little things that I never noticed before.
- Speaking while high is NOT for me, and here’s why. Every time I would formulate what I was going to say, I would repeat it over and over again in my head to make sure that it made sense. But once I got up the nerve to say something any random friend would look at me like I was about the say the most important thing in the world and I would start to question whether or not it made sense…like whatever I was going to say would somehow change the world…when really all I could think of saying was “I’m pretty fucked up” or, “This is so weird, but cool.” It was reported to me later that I would just look at my friends, fold my arms across my chest and burst out laughing, turn around and leave whatever room I was in.
- My teeth were killing me. It felt like I had a million cavities in my teeth. Not cool, but what was cool was that I was so high it didn’t matter.
Finally after about 3 hours or so since my “peaking” onset I felt as if I couldn’t keep my head up. My eyes were just as dry as my mouth, and with contacts that wasn’t cool. I kept “resting my eyes” but I would argue in my head that I was just sleeping, and not passing out, even though it felt like I was passing out. My boyfriend said that he was good to drive us home and that sent me into land of paranoia. Cops seemed to be everywhere. Even though the car ride home didn’t seem to last very long, any time we stopped at a light felt like an eternity – not just being stopped, but the whole stopping process.
Finally we returned to our apartment and I took out my contacts, drank about a gallon of water and crashed.
I was slightly groggy the next day, and my thought process wasn’t 100%. Later I learned from the more experienced people that this was probably one of the most intense trips they’ve ever had.
I had a great time and my lesson for the night was detail. Since that night, I’ve noticed that I now pick up on a lot of the “little things” – things that would have gone unnoticed before.
We still have those three leftover brownies – we stuck them in the freezer not knowing what else to do with them. If they still “work” upon thawing, I’d probably only take half of what I did, and adjust accordingly. It was a very powerful experience, and it was great sharing it with a huge group of friends. I loved the fact that I didn’t have to smoke, and although I felt completely stupid at times, I also felt as if I was enlightened.
I give my seal of approval – Good times.
~*Doni*~
Two weeks prior to my own journey, a group of friends decided to make some magical brownies. I chose not to partake – there wasn’t enough to go around and I had midterms that coming week. But the seed was planted in my head to create my own magic and dive into the world that they were experiencing.
My friend C purchased an eighth of VERY high quality pot and used 2/3 in her mix, saving the other third for smoking purposes. I decided that since I don’t smoke and won’t smoke (additional incentive to try the brownies) that I would purchase the same amount and dump the whole amount into the mix. I figured the brownies would go much further that way.
I chose a nutty brownie mix – my experience baking told me that nuts would further mask any potentially foul taste (although I was informed that the taste was not bad at all). My friend C and boyfriend J prepared the pot/butter mixture (under my strict supervision of course). I made the brownie mix and started feeling quite goofy and giggly. I don’t know if it was a contact high, or if it was simply me being punch drunk.
As the brownies baked, our wonderful group kicked some booty playing Halo on X-box.
Our team, for whatever reason, was more giggly than usual.
The brownies finished, and once they cooled we had 24 total brownies, using a 13x9 pan. Everyone took one brownie each, with the exception of one person, the big guy, who had two because he was simply hungry, and loved brownies. We saved three for later use.
We resumed our Halo adventure and about 15 minutes to half an hour into the game, we started to act very silly. We were laughing at the dorkiest things and had trouble concentrating. I stood up to go outside to get some fresh air and I noticed that my balance and coordination were WAY off. Standing still I felt like I was a melting snowman, leaning to one side.
After some random chatting and more Halo action, most of our group of twenty decided to go watch television – mostly because they were at the point where they couldn’t do much of anything else. I still wasn’t feeling anything more than a little silly, and maybe a little sleepy. About an hour into a half into the whole adventure, everyone, but me, was severely stoned. The big guy who ate two just about lost it. He kept running around the house laughing telling us just how stoned he was, then running back into the room and asking us if he just ran in the room telling us how stoned he was. It was actually very funny, and I wasn’t even feeling the effects.
At this point everyone is having a good time…well, except me. I contemplate having another half of a brownie – but something in my heart told me not to.
And it’s a good thing that in my 22 years on this earth I wised up and listened to myself. Not fifteen minutes later while watching the Saturday Night Live episode with the advertisement for “oops I crapped my pants!” I felt a warm rush come over me, and I found it very hard to concentrate. I looked around at everyone, but they were all engrossed in the “commercial”, either laughing or looking highly confused.
I realized at that moment that I was in for an incredible ride.
The next few hours were almost a blur, but here is was I definitely remember:
- I couldn’t move much, but that was okay. I really didn’t want to move much.
- My mouth was the driest it’s ever been. Drinking water didn’t help.
- The smell of popcorn and watching a big screen television got me REALLY confused for a while and I felt that I was actually in a movie theater…weird.
- We had put on South Park, and it was like I was watching a completely different movie. The background characters were in the foreground and vice versa. I then noticed that I was noticing many insignificant little things that I never noticed before.
- Speaking while high is NOT for me, and here’s why. Every time I would formulate what I was going to say, I would repeat it over and over again in my head to make sure that it made sense. But once I got up the nerve to say something any random friend would look at me like I was about the say the most important thing in the world and I would start to question whether or not it made sense…like whatever I was going to say would somehow change the world…when really all I could think of saying was “I’m pretty fucked up” or, “This is so weird, but cool.” It was reported to me later that I would just look at my friends, fold my arms across my chest and burst out laughing, turn around and leave whatever room I was in.
- My teeth were killing me. It felt like I had a million cavities in my teeth. Not cool, but what was cool was that I was so high it didn’t matter.
Finally after about 3 hours or so since my “peaking” onset I felt as if I couldn’t keep my head up. My eyes were just as dry as my mouth, and with contacts that wasn’t cool. I kept “resting my eyes” but I would argue in my head that I was just sleeping, and not passing out, even though it felt like I was passing out. My boyfriend said that he was good to drive us home and that sent me into land of paranoia. Cops seemed to be everywhere. Even though the car ride home didn’t seem to last very long, any time we stopped at a light felt like an eternity – not just being stopped, but the whole stopping process.
Finally we returned to our apartment and I took out my contacts, drank about a gallon of water and crashed.
I was slightly groggy the next day, and my thought process wasn’t 100%. Later I learned from the more experienced people that this was probably one of the most intense trips they’ve ever had.
I had a great time and my lesson for the night was detail. Since that night, I’ve noticed that I now pick up on a lot of the “little things” – things that would have gone unnoticed before.
We still have those three leftover brownies – we stuck them in the freezer not knowing what else to do with them. If they still “work” upon thawing, I’d probably only take half of what I did, and adjust accordingly. It was a very powerful experience, and it was great sharing it with a huge group of friends. I loved the fact that I didn’t have to smoke, and although I felt completely stupid at times, I also felt as if I was enlightened.
I give my seal of approval – Good times.
~*Doni*~
