GoddessVenus
Ex-Bluelighter
As you can tell from the title this was NOT a fun trip. Saturday was perfect, got all my domestic chores done, took a bath and dressed to kill with a 9 inch mini and heels. I planned to have a perfect day. I was planning this trip ALL DAY LONG.
Since I fast on Saturday and didn't eat dinner Friday, I was afraid I might pass out from the alcohol (about 16 ounces) and pot (smoked commercial Mexican weed all day long ) I consumed so I only took a little more than half a dose. These are the Orange Japanese Sunshine pattern (that's what I call it, I can't read the other word or figure what the pattern is on the back) -- good stuff.
9:15 PM, I dose in the parking lot but couldn't get into the best club because I took my top off last Wednesday! I pleaded with the manager (a black man!) to let me in and he said I could come back next week.
Start to panic. The acid usually starts kicking in in 15 minutes, I already feel like I'm tripping/delirious from not eating, all the alcohol and etc. The nearest next club was only about a half mile away. I never went there but knew a disabled guy who went there to pick up hookers. Lots of pickup trucks in the parking lot.
Approaching a yellow light at a six-lane intersection, someone does a u-turn in front of me. I slam on the brakes and expected to crash but missed him by about three feet. The engine (manuel transmission) stalls out the car. It starts but runs shitty. More panic: got to get home! The car ran like it needed a tune (no power, stalled when let the clutch out). Fortunately the other club was right there. Figured I'd have to leave the car in the parking lot and take a cab home when the club closed -- might as well make the best of a bad situation and worry about the car later.
It's like my perfect day went suddenly into one of my worst nightmares: I'm always worried about my car breaking down.
The lobby of the club smelled like an old, dirty carpet. Inside there was one, large stage and an upper VIP room with another stage.
Nothing significant, neat or fun AT ALL happened in the club. One of the waitresses asked if I was having a good time, they always ask me that. Told her my car broke down out front.
There was only one good dancer -- one who dances to trippy hippie music. She danced to "Lunatic Fringe" which is one of my favorites.
No one bothered me the whole time: I could have sat there with one drink the whole night. Maybe no one would want to sit there all night, alone. But time went fast. There were three batchlor parties and a dancer's b'day celebration that made me smile.
Most of the dancers were overweight. On a scale of 1-10 the dancer's beauty at my favorite club average 9, at this club, I'd say the average was 5. They knew their moves but did not know good music.
At the very end, I started crying having to deal with the reality of my old car. A nice black man offered to take me home but I said I'd be alright. (I would have fucked him, I was feeling SO BAD.) Went to pee -- first time in four hours after buying about three 4 ounce glasses of wine.
The car started but ran rough. Figured: all you have to do is get home. After a while, the engine cured itself and ran fine! Thank God, I'm going to make it with my car!
Crashed in my bed, alone at 2:30 PM after drinking 12 oz of a thick fruit/berry juice. Spent about $70 including a $5 tip for the receptionist at the club that refused to let me in.
At least I know not to go there except to apply for a job: they always advertise. I think working there would actually be better. I could dance as good as the girl I liked and she was making lots of $$$. Woke up at 8AM feeling okay.
The lessons I learned from this trip is to be prepared for rejection when I apply to dance at my favorite club -- if I can't dance, maybe I can DJ or dress up dominatrix floor manager or whatever? (If the manager liked me, he never would have rejected me for taking my top off last Wednesday.) I also learned, I might make more $$$ dancing at a place where the girls are 5's. It was a bigger club & stage too.
Moreover, I think my cat left me. Oh well, the cat was starting to bother the birds and me.
Remember: when you take such a small dose of LSD, you feel energized but not too far out of touch with your surroundings. For me to see patterns and feel like I'm really tripping I'd need two pieces. I'd only take 4 if I was with a good friend and knew I would not get lost/separated.
Peace & Love
Hope to write many more trip reports here. (This report took about 2 hours to write.)
With acid it really IS a trip, you have to plan for it and make contingencies.
Next trip: at the club I like, 3/4 dose. If I don't like the atmosphere, I'll go to the other club and apply for work: bring my CD's and dancing outfit.
Since I fast on Saturday and didn't eat dinner Friday, I was afraid I might pass out from the alcohol (about 16 ounces) and pot (smoked commercial Mexican weed all day long ) I consumed so I only took a little more than half a dose. These are the Orange Japanese Sunshine pattern (that's what I call it, I can't read the other word or figure what the pattern is on the back) -- good stuff.
9:15 PM, I dose in the parking lot but couldn't get into the best club because I took my top off last Wednesday! I pleaded with the manager (a black man!) to let me in and he said I could come back next week.
Start to panic. The acid usually starts kicking in in 15 minutes, I already feel like I'm tripping/delirious from not eating, all the alcohol and etc. The nearest next club was only about a half mile away. I never went there but knew a disabled guy who went there to pick up hookers. Lots of pickup trucks in the parking lot.
Approaching a yellow light at a six-lane intersection, someone does a u-turn in front of me. I slam on the brakes and expected to crash but missed him by about three feet. The engine (manuel transmission) stalls out the car. It starts but runs shitty. More panic: got to get home! The car ran like it needed a tune (no power, stalled when let the clutch out). Fortunately the other club was right there. Figured I'd have to leave the car in the parking lot and take a cab home when the club closed -- might as well make the best of a bad situation and worry about the car later.
It's like my perfect day went suddenly into one of my worst nightmares: I'm always worried about my car breaking down.
The lobby of the club smelled like an old, dirty carpet. Inside there was one, large stage and an upper VIP room with another stage.
Nothing significant, neat or fun AT ALL happened in the club. One of the waitresses asked if I was having a good time, they always ask me that. Told her my car broke down out front.
There was only one good dancer -- one who dances to trippy hippie music. She danced to "Lunatic Fringe" which is one of my favorites.
No one bothered me the whole time: I could have sat there with one drink the whole night. Maybe no one would want to sit there all night, alone. But time went fast. There were three batchlor parties and a dancer's b'day celebration that made me smile.
Most of the dancers were overweight. On a scale of 1-10 the dancer's beauty at my favorite club average 9, at this club, I'd say the average was 5. They knew their moves but did not know good music.
At the very end, I started crying having to deal with the reality of my old car. A nice black man offered to take me home but I said I'd be alright. (I would have fucked him, I was feeling SO BAD.) Went to pee -- first time in four hours after buying about three 4 ounce glasses of wine.
The car started but ran rough. Figured: all you have to do is get home. After a while, the engine cured itself and ran fine! Thank God, I'm going to make it with my car!
Crashed in my bed, alone at 2:30 PM after drinking 12 oz of a thick fruit/berry juice. Spent about $70 including a $5 tip for the receptionist at the club that refused to let me in.
At least I know not to go there except to apply for a job: they always advertise. I think working there would actually be better. I could dance as good as the girl I liked and she was making lots of $$$. Woke up at 8AM feeling okay.
The lessons I learned from this trip is to be prepared for rejection when I apply to dance at my favorite club -- if I can't dance, maybe I can DJ or dress up dominatrix floor manager or whatever? (If the manager liked me, he never would have rejected me for taking my top off last Wednesday.) I also learned, I might make more $$$ dancing at a place where the girls are 5's. It was a bigger club & stage too.
Moreover, I think my cat left me. Oh well, the cat was starting to bother the birds and me.
Remember: when you take such a small dose of LSD, you feel energized but not too far out of touch with your surroundings. For me to see patterns and feel like I'm really tripping I'd need two pieces. I'd only take 4 if I was with a good friend and knew I would not get lost/separated.
Peace & Love
Hope to write many more trip reports here. (This report took about 2 hours to write.)
With acid it really IS a trip, you have to plan for it and make contingencies.
Next trip: at the club I like, 3/4 dose. If I don't like the atmosphere, I'll go to the other club and apply for work: bring my CD's and dancing outfit.
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