date: Jan. 5, 11PM and on
drugs:
-(alcohol - T -4hrs)*
-(15mg hydrocodone - T -2.5 hrs)*
1 pressed pill - white dove, probably MDA - T = 0
3 hits weed - T +4
*had worn off before I dropped - so probably didn't affect the trip much
Setting: college campus, dorm room
Participants: Me, my boyfriend T, T's roommate E, T's friend from high school C, and our friend H (who didn't drop)
This past sunday night was my first night back at school after winter vacation, and my boyfriend's friend C from high school was visiting, and it was her last night there, so we thought it was a good occasion to celebrate. C also had bought a bag of weed when she arrived a week ago, and some of it was still left, and she couldn't take it home on the plane.
At about 7PM we decided to start drinking, and I had 3 cranberry-vodka drinks (1 shot each) within about a half hour. Enough to get mildly buzzed, but not drunk.
At 8:15 T had to go tutor a high school kid for a few hours, so he left. E, C, H and I were drinking and watching the movie. I mention that I have some painkillers in my bag, and E and C say they'd be up for doing them. E and C each have 2 vicodin (5mg hydrocodone and 500mg acetominophen each) and I have 3. We enjoy the feeling from the vicodin for about an hour, and it begins to subside. Someone mentions that H has 4 pills in his possession, but since his girlfriend doesn't want to roll anymore, he doesn't have any use for them. We agree to buy them off of him and decide to roll that night.
About 10:30 we go over to H's dorm to pick up the pills. By this time the vicodin has peaked and has almost subsided, but we're still feeling pretty good. We return to E and T's room about 10:45, by which time T has returned from tutoring. We bring him up to speed and show him the pills. A debate about who will roll and who will not ensues, and we decide that everyone will drop. C has a flight at 6 AM, but we aren't thinking about that - and E usually is able to drive by about 4-5 hours after he drops, so we decide that he'll drive her to the airport.
We drop the pills at about 11PM. H hasn't dropped, but he wants to smoke some weed with C since she still has some. We walk back over to H's dorm (it has a big balcony, great for pot smoking) and C, H, and H's roommate smoke up. By the time we walk back, I'm feeling a little dizzy, but not coming up yet. Just excited.
It's probably 11:40 when we return. H went over to his girlfriend's dorm, and left the four of us to roll. Pretty soon after, I come up. I stand up and announce, "I'm rolling." At this point I was pretty sure that it was indeed MDA, not MDMA, since usually if i'm the first one rolling my first thought is "wow, i wish you guys were feeling this too," but that thought never entered my mind.
On the comeup, I started to feel a little nauseous, so I got out a trash bag and opened it up and put it in the trash can. About 15 minutes later, I yakked into it, and then I felt amazing. That was my first time puking on MDxx - the only time I've even been nauseous. Must have been the MDA, or maybe the acetominophen from the vicodin was irritating my stomach.
The peak was incredibly intense. I've never been as floored as I was that night. It was the same as any roll - lots of massages, lots of hugs... the massage toy got a lot of use. I probably peaked for an hour straight, which was incredible. At one point, E and I went for a walk down the hall to the kitchenette in the dorm, and returned with a bag of frozen peas and carrots and a carton of orange juice. We played with the peas and carrots (coldness... mmm) and drank the OJ, which tasted really good.
The plateau was also one of the most intense ever, but really nothing out of the ordinary happened until after we smoked the last of C's weed, about 3AM, or 4 hours after we dropped. I had about 3 hits of it, and C probably had more like 5. E had about the same amount as I did. T didn't smoke any. The crazy shit hit C first. About 15 minutes after we smoked, she starts saying, "Oh my god you guys, i'm tripping! i am so tripping! it's like I'm on shrooms! i'm so tripping!" she didn't shut up about this for a long time. She also seemed to think that we could see the same things as she could, which no one else could. But about 15 minutes after she first started "tripping" I started seeing visuals too. At first it was just intense, crazy closed-eye visuals (lots of olives and chickens. I don't remember what else) but soon it spread to being open-eye. The first visuals happened if I blinked my eyes really fast and looked at E's computer monitor. I could see lines, and then grids on the screen. The grids turned red and yellow, then red and blue, then blue and yellow. I thought I had separated the individual colors of the monitor.
If I stared at the white wall for long enough, colors would start separating as if I were looking through a prism. Depth perception was altered, too, and brightly colored flying things would come out of the wall toward me. Some straight lines curved a little, but not too badly at all. One of the cooler effects I noticed was if I made my hands into mock binoculars and wiggled them around, I would see visuals way more intensely. At one point I looked at T's face, and it seemed as if every color on his face was more sharply defined, as if the contrast on his face had been turned up. Then his face started changing into different peoples' faces. It didn't scare me, though. My mind was entirely lucid during the entire thing, and I knew what I was seeing wasn't real, so I was just fascinated by it.
I wasn't done seeing things when we realized that C would need to get to the airport. Her flight was at 6, and the airport is more than an hour away, so we needed to leave about 4 or so. So we started talking about who could drive. E had initially volunteered, but immediately realized that he was far too fucked up to drive (which is a good thing, since the visuals started for him as soon as we got in the car). I was out of the question too, since I'd spent the last half hour talking about the chalk writing all over C's hair. T was still rolling balls, too - he gets very floored and incoherent whenever he rolls. So it was decided that none of us could drive. After some deliberation, we decided to call H and ask him to drive us. It took about 5 minutes to convince him, but once he got out of bed and came to see us, he knew he had to do it.
The trip to the airport was most certainly an interesting one. My perception of time was so fucked up I thought H was driving super-slow. C thought he was driving super-fast. And E kept giving him wrong directions (though he didn't listen). We finally made it to the airport and let C out. E helped her to the ticket counter with her bags, and then went to fill up his water bottle. The entire time we were sitting by the curb H, T and I were paranoid that a cop was going to come up and question us, but we were lucky. E came back after what seemed like a long time (my time was significantly slowed down) and we drove back. We asked H if he was pissed that he had to drive us to the airport, and he said no, that as a stoner, he accepts that it's part of the lifestyle to help out others when they need it. We really appreciated his help.
We were back on campus, about 2 minutes from the dorm, when I realized I was going to boot again. I said, "H, pull over... I'm gonna hurl." and so I did. I really don't know why I did - maybe the visuals had made me nauseous. I get slightly carsick sometimes when I'm sober, so I guess it doesn't surprise me that I did while rolling. Everyone else thought it was funny that I'd been in the car for like an hour and a half and we had about 2 minutes left in the car ride when I had to puke. But after I did, all feeling of cracked-outness subsided, and I fell soundly asleep once we got back to E and T's room.
Monday I woke up late (like 3 PM) but I felt fine. No cracked-outness like I've gotten with MDA/caffeine, no nausea like I've had before. Just a pleasant afterglow.
All in all, that night was so definitely a memorable one. I don't know if I'll ever try to top it, 'cause it'd definitely be hard to beat.
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drugs:
-(alcohol - T -4hrs)*
-(15mg hydrocodone - T -2.5 hrs)*
1 pressed pill - white dove, probably MDA - T = 0
3 hits weed - T +4
*had worn off before I dropped - so probably didn't affect the trip much
Setting: college campus, dorm room
Participants: Me, my boyfriend T, T's roommate E, T's friend from high school C, and our friend H (who didn't drop)
This past sunday night was my first night back at school after winter vacation, and my boyfriend's friend C from high school was visiting, and it was her last night there, so we thought it was a good occasion to celebrate. C also had bought a bag of weed when she arrived a week ago, and some of it was still left, and she couldn't take it home on the plane.
At about 7PM we decided to start drinking, and I had 3 cranberry-vodka drinks (1 shot each) within about a half hour. Enough to get mildly buzzed, but not drunk.
At 8:15 T had to go tutor a high school kid for a few hours, so he left. E, C, H and I were drinking and watching the movie. I mention that I have some painkillers in my bag, and E and C say they'd be up for doing them. E and C each have 2 vicodin (5mg hydrocodone and 500mg acetominophen each) and I have 3. We enjoy the feeling from the vicodin for about an hour, and it begins to subside. Someone mentions that H has 4 pills in his possession, but since his girlfriend doesn't want to roll anymore, he doesn't have any use for them. We agree to buy them off of him and decide to roll that night.
About 10:30 we go over to H's dorm to pick up the pills. By this time the vicodin has peaked and has almost subsided, but we're still feeling pretty good. We return to E and T's room about 10:45, by which time T has returned from tutoring. We bring him up to speed and show him the pills. A debate about who will roll and who will not ensues, and we decide that everyone will drop. C has a flight at 6 AM, but we aren't thinking about that - and E usually is able to drive by about 4-5 hours after he drops, so we decide that he'll drive her to the airport.
We drop the pills at about 11PM. H hasn't dropped, but he wants to smoke some weed with C since she still has some. We walk back over to H's dorm (it has a big balcony, great for pot smoking) and C, H, and H's roommate smoke up. By the time we walk back, I'm feeling a little dizzy, but not coming up yet. Just excited.
It's probably 11:40 when we return. H went over to his girlfriend's dorm, and left the four of us to roll. Pretty soon after, I come up. I stand up and announce, "I'm rolling." At this point I was pretty sure that it was indeed MDA, not MDMA, since usually if i'm the first one rolling my first thought is "wow, i wish you guys were feeling this too," but that thought never entered my mind.
On the comeup, I started to feel a little nauseous, so I got out a trash bag and opened it up and put it in the trash can. About 15 minutes later, I yakked into it, and then I felt amazing. That was my first time puking on MDxx - the only time I've even been nauseous. Must have been the MDA, or maybe the acetominophen from the vicodin was irritating my stomach.
The peak was incredibly intense. I've never been as floored as I was that night. It was the same as any roll - lots of massages, lots of hugs... the massage toy got a lot of use. I probably peaked for an hour straight, which was incredible. At one point, E and I went for a walk down the hall to the kitchenette in the dorm, and returned with a bag of frozen peas and carrots and a carton of orange juice. We played with the peas and carrots (coldness... mmm) and drank the OJ, which tasted really good.
The plateau was also one of the most intense ever, but really nothing out of the ordinary happened until after we smoked the last of C's weed, about 3AM, or 4 hours after we dropped. I had about 3 hits of it, and C probably had more like 5. E had about the same amount as I did. T didn't smoke any. The crazy shit hit C first. About 15 minutes after we smoked, she starts saying, "Oh my god you guys, i'm tripping! i am so tripping! it's like I'm on shrooms! i'm so tripping!" she didn't shut up about this for a long time. She also seemed to think that we could see the same things as she could, which no one else could. But about 15 minutes after she first started "tripping" I started seeing visuals too. At first it was just intense, crazy closed-eye visuals (lots of olives and chickens. I don't remember what else) but soon it spread to being open-eye. The first visuals happened if I blinked my eyes really fast and looked at E's computer monitor. I could see lines, and then grids on the screen. The grids turned red and yellow, then red and blue, then blue and yellow. I thought I had separated the individual colors of the monitor.
If I stared at the white wall for long enough, colors would start separating as if I were looking through a prism. Depth perception was altered, too, and brightly colored flying things would come out of the wall toward me. Some straight lines curved a little, but not too badly at all. One of the cooler effects I noticed was if I made my hands into mock binoculars and wiggled them around, I would see visuals way more intensely. At one point I looked at T's face, and it seemed as if every color on his face was more sharply defined, as if the contrast on his face had been turned up. Then his face started changing into different peoples' faces. It didn't scare me, though. My mind was entirely lucid during the entire thing, and I knew what I was seeing wasn't real, so I was just fascinated by it.
I wasn't done seeing things when we realized that C would need to get to the airport. Her flight was at 6, and the airport is more than an hour away, so we needed to leave about 4 or so. So we started talking about who could drive. E had initially volunteered, but immediately realized that he was far too fucked up to drive (which is a good thing, since the visuals started for him as soon as we got in the car). I was out of the question too, since I'd spent the last half hour talking about the chalk writing all over C's hair. T was still rolling balls, too - he gets very floored and incoherent whenever he rolls. So it was decided that none of us could drive. After some deliberation, we decided to call H and ask him to drive us. It took about 5 minutes to convince him, but once he got out of bed and came to see us, he knew he had to do it.
The trip to the airport was most certainly an interesting one. My perception of time was so fucked up I thought H was driving super-slow. C thought he was driving super-fast. And E kept giving him wrong directions (though he didn't listen). We finally made it to the airport and let C out. E helped her to the ticket counter with her bags, and then went to fill up his water bottle. The entire time we were sitting by the curb H, T and I were paranoid that a cop was going to come up and question us, but we were lucky. E came back after what seemed like a long time (my time was significantly slowed down) and we drove back. We asked H if he was pissed that he had to drive us to the airport, and he said no, that as a stoner, he accepts that it's part of the lifestyle to help out others when they need it. We really appreciated his help.
We were back on campus, about 2 minutes from the dorm, when I realized I was going to boot again. I said, "H, pull over... I'm gonna hurl." and so I did. I really don't know why I did - maybe the visuals had made me nauseous. I get slightly carsick sometimes when I'm sober, so I guess it doesn't surprise me that I did while rolling. Everyone else thought it was funny that I'd been in the car for like an hour and a half and we had about 2 minutes left in the car ride when I had to puke. But after I did, all feeling of cracked-outness subsided, and I fell soundly asleep once we got back to E and T's room.
Monday I woke up late (like 3 PM) but I felt fine. No cracked-outness like I've gotten with MDA/caffeine, no nausea like I've had before. Just a pleasant afterglow.
All in all, that night was so definitely a memorable one. I don't know if I'll ever try to top it, 'cause it'd definitely be hard to beat.
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I had a lot of the same visual experiences, and lucidity about what was going on, even though the world around me was pretty fucked up. I had an awesome time watching Milkdrop.... oh yeah...