bluedolphin
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Substances:
1/2 pill of mdma (Blue, two seperate music notes, lots of white speckles, "double stack", flat on side with logo, domed on the other side, no score)
1 Kamikaze shot
2 Corona beers
3 Bowls of cannabis
2 glasses of water
2 cigarettes
1/2 of a piece of bubble gum
Read This First
Last night was already special for two reasons:
First, I'd found out the night before that Psychedelic Breakfast was playing downtown. I've seen them play twice before, once on 2 grams of mushrooms and I wrote a trip report for that night as well. Anyway, I felt lucky to have found out about this relatively unpublicized show, because I would have been really dissapointed had I missed it.
Second, my good friend "M" was asked to leave college for the rest of the semester due to poor grades. I've only been hanging out with M for a couple months, but during this time we've really connected. We spent time jamming on guitars and keyboards, going to the gym, and of course partying like any college student should. M is definitely one of the last people I wanted to see leave for a semester. I never call anyone a "best friend", but M is right up there with my all-time favorite people to hang out with. Just a few hours ago I had to say goodbye and wish him well.
So last night served two purposes. First, I was psyched to see this band play. Second, I wanted to take M out and show him a good time on his last night here... or at least help get his mind off all the stresses he's got to deal with lately.
My lovely girlfriend "S", who will also gladly bear witness to the talent of Psychedelic Breakfast, would be joining us.
Read This Second
Now, since I did take some ecstasy last night, I should give you some background on my mdma use.
I've rolled perhaps 12 or 14 times, and consumed a total of about 22 pills plus some mdma powder, in the last year. I never tried E before last year. Anyway, I did find that I needed more pills to get the same effect lately... and even then its not the same effect. I get more cracked out, and more fucked up, but with less empathy and clarity. Basically, the side effects have increased and the magic has disappeared. The previous two times I took mdma was about six weeks ago with three pills in a night (for a suprisingly mediocre experience even though they were good pills), and then again about three weeks ago when I hippieflipped with 2 grams of strong mushrooms and 1 1/2 pills of E. I'm sure this hippieflip would have blown most people away, but I was strangely unimpressed. When I take mdma I always want more, and I think this interfered with the normal serenity and contentness I experience on shrooms (even though the body high was intense).
Anyway, I feel like mdma is kind of worthless to me now. Basically it makes me rampantly horny, but lately as the side effects seem to be increasing, it is also messing with my abilty to take advantage of such randiness. You guys know what I'm talking about.
But last night was special. I didn't want to get fucked up, but I did want to add a bit of extra sparkle to the occasion. After some debate, "M" and I decided to each take half a pill. We decided on blue music notes because neither of us had tried them before, they were rated well on pillreports and we had heard good things in person, and after all we were going to see some music! My girlfriend is taking a break from drugs.
Read This Third
Around 9:00 I took a couple hits off a bowl, and soon after crush up the E pill and divide it into two gelcaps, which we planned to take before the band started playing.
At 9:30 we drove down to the club / bar, and luckily M got in without a problem (he's 20, it's a 21+ show). The band was supposed to start at 10:00, so we sat down and I ordered a Kamikaze shot with S. I was surprised at how nice the venue was considering the generally sketchy nature of my college town. The stage was set up in the front corner of the bar, with full glass windows revealing the Main St. intersection right behind it. I recognized the band members sitting at a table next to us. By 10:00 it was obvious that they weren't planning on starting the show on time, so M asked them when they were gonna start, and they said about 10:30. So about then we both washed down our gelcaps of half an E.
I was surprised by the small turnout for the show, but S assured me that most people would probably wander in once the show's already started a bit later on.
Anyway, they got up on stage (which was about 5 feet in front of us) and started playing at about 10:30. The first two songs were kind of funky grooves, just to get the crowd warmed up a bit. More people were coming in - hippie type kids from my school mostly (the kind of kids I like!) - and a few people I knew and had a quick chat with. Their third song, which I have absolutely no idea what its called, was a long and innovative instrumental. I was very impressed, it was beautiful. About this time I noticed the effects of the half-pill start to manifest themselves. I was really getting into the music, tapping my feet around, drumming my hands against my thighs, etc. I was also starting to feel less socially inhibited, and I knew it wasn't the alcohol because alcohol tends to make me depressed and anti-social to some extent.
Pretty soon the place was filled up. Either people planned on showing up late to begin with, or the band's great sound was attracting people who were walking by. By this point there were lots of people I kind of knew. It was time to get up and start dancing front and center, so we moved up there and got in the thick of the crowd. I already knew S loved Psychedelic Breakfast, but I was glad to see that M seemed really impressed and looked like he was having a good time. To try to describe the band's sound... the guitarist is incredibly skilled (if I may say so as a guitar player) and can play faster and more melodically than just about any other. The bass player lays down a solid groove. The keyboards were better than the last time's I'd seen them, and the guy had a few nice piano solos. The dummer is probably the most talented musician in the band, which says a LOT because the guitar player is so sick. I've never seen any drummer play with half the intensity of this guy, which is probably why he was rated best jam band drummer of the year by JamBase.
During the set break I went around greeting people I knew, slappin' hands, and talking about how sick the first set was. We bummed cigarettes from the bouncer (who I know pretty well) and went outside in the way-too-cold to smoke them. This was probably the first time on E that I didn't bother to finish a smoke, because it was too damn cold. We went back inside and soon enough the second set was starting.
This time the energy in the club was turned up a few solid notches. Everyone was dancing intensely, and really diggin the music. I really enjoyed dancing, and felt full of energy and not inhibited at all. I drank a couple Coronas during the set, and bought one for M, and that seemed to only increase the E feelings and give me more energy to dance. I made sure to sneak a glass of water in there at some point (responsible me). The second set was just as sick as the first, especially when they covered the Police's "Message in a Bottle". Hell yeah. M kept saying how sick the band was, and S was obviously having a great time. What could be better? I was also having the most fun I've had yet this semester.
Around 1:00 the band had finished their twenty-minute encore, and I gave the keyboard player a high five and we asked the guitarist if he'd like to come back to our school for a music festival in the spring, and he said most definitely.
Walking back to the car M and I both noted that we were both having an enjoyable, but mild, roll that wasn't fading yet at all. We went back to the house (thanks to S for sober drivin') and smoked two bowls with a girl I had promised to smoke up at the show. Yeah that was nice.
Soon M left and I was left alone with S and we had some damn good sex without any problems raising the flagpole or reaching the finish line. Woo!
Read This Fourth
I thought E was dead to me, but now I realize I was just abusing it. While the effects of the drug were not intense by my standards last night, in combination with an excellent band and social scene, it was just perfect. I had a great time, S had a great time, and M also had a great time before he got sent home.
So if you're like me and thought E's lost its magic for you, I'd suggest giving something like this a try
peace!
1/2 pill of mdma (Blue, two seperate music notes, lots of white speckles, "double stack", flat on side with logo, domed on the other side, no score)
1 Kamikaze shot
2 Corona beers
3 Bowls of cannabis
2 glasses of water
2 cigarettes
1/2 of a piece of bubble gum
Read This First
Last night was already special for two reasons:
First, I'd found out the night before that Psychedelic Breakfast was playing downtown. I've seen them play twice before, once on 2 grams of mushrooms and I wrote a trip report for that night as well. Anyway, I felt lucky to have found out about this relatively unpublicized show, because I would have been really dissapointed had I missed it.
Second, my good friend "M" was asked to leave college for the rest of the semester due to poor grades. I've only been hanging out with M for a couple months, but during this time we've really connected. We spent time jamming on guitars and keyboards, going to the gym, and of course partying like any college student should. M is definitely one of the last people I wanted to see leave for a semester. I never call anyone a "best friend", but M is right up there with my all-time favorite people to hang out with. Just a few hours ago I had to say goodbye and wish him well.
So last night served two purposes. First, I was psyched to see this band play. Second, I wanted to take M out and show him a good time on his last night here... or at least help get his mind off all the stresses he's got to deal with lately.
My lovely girlfriend "S", who will also gladly bear witness to the talent of Psychedelic Breakfast, would be joining us.
Read This Second
Now, since I did take some ecstasy last night, I should give you some background on my mdma use.
I've rolled perhaps 12 or 14 times, and consumed a total of about 22 pills plus some mdma powder, in the last year. I never tried E before last year. Anyway, I did find that I needed more pills to get the same effect lately... and even then its not the same effect. I get more cracked out, and more fucked up, but with less empathy and clarity. Basically, the side effects have increased and the magic has disappeared. The previous two times I took mdma was about six weeks ago with three pills in a night (for a suprisingly mediocre experience even though they were good pills), and then again about three weeks ago when I hippieflipped with 2 grams of strong mushrooms and 1 1/2 pills of E. I'm sure this hippieflip would have blown most people away, but I was strangely unimpressed. When I take mdma I always want more, and I think this interfered with the normal serenity and contentness I experience on shrooms (even though the body high was intense).
Anyway, I feel like mdma is kind of worthless to me now. Basically it makes me rampantly horny, but lately as the side effects seem to be increasing, it is also messing with my abilty to take advantage of such randiness. You guys know what I'm talking about.
But last night was special. I didn't want to get fucked up, but I did want to add a bit of extra sparkle to the occasion. After some debate, "M" and I decided to each take half a pill. We decided on blue music notes because neither of us had tried them before, they were rated well on pillreports and we had heard good things in person, and after all we were going to see some music! My girlfriend is taking a break from drugs.
Read This Third
Around 9:00 I took a couple hits off a bowl, and soon after crush up the E pill and divide it into two gelcaps, which we planned to take before the band started playing.
At 9:30 we drove down to the club / bar, and luckily M got in without a problem (he's 20, it's a 21+ show). The band was supposed to start at 10:00, so we sat down and I ordered a Kamikaze shot with S. I was surprised at how nice the venue was considering the generally sketchy nature of my college town. The stage was set up in the front corner of the bar, with full glass windows revealing the Main St. intersection right behind it. I recognized the band members sitting at a table next to us. By 10:00 it was obvious that they weren't planning on starting the show on time, so M asked them when they were gonna start, and they said about 10:30. So about then we both washed down our gelcaps of half an E.
I was surprised by the small turnout for the show, but S assured me that most people would probably wander in once the show's already started a bit later on.
Anyway, they got up on stage (which was about 5 feet in front of us) and started playing at about 10:30. The first two songs were kind of funky grooves, just to get the crowd warmed up a bit. More people were coming in - hippie type kids from my school mostly (the kind of kids I like!) - and a few people I knew and had a quick chat with. Their third song, which I have absolutely no idea what its called, was a long and innovative instrumental. I was very impressed, it was beautiful. About this time I noticed the effects of the half-pill start to manifest themselves. I was really getting into the music, tapping my feet around, drumming my hands against my thighs, etc. I was also starting to feel less socially inhibited, and I knew it wasn't the alcohol because alcohol tends to make me depressed and anti-social to some extent.
Pretty soon the place was filled up. Either people planned on showing up late to begin with, or the band's great sound was attracting people who were walking by. By this point there were lots of people I kind of knew. It was time to get up and start dancing front and center, so we moved up there and got in the thick of the crowd. I already knew S loved Psychedelic Breakfast, but I was glad to see that M seemed really impressed and looked like he was having a good time. To try to describe the band's sound... the guitarist is incredibly skilled (if I may say so as a guitar player) and can play faster and more melodically than just about any other. The bass player lays down a solid groove. The keyboards were better than the last time's I'd seen them, and the guy had a few nice piano solos. The dummer is probably the most talented musician in the band, which says a LOT because the guitar player is so sick. I've never seen any drummer play with half the intensity of this guy, which is probably why he was rated best jam band drummer of the year by JamBase.
During the set break I went around greeting people I knew, slappin' hands, and talking about how sick the first set was. We bummed cigarettes from the bouncer (who I know pretty well) and went outside in the way-too-cold to smoke them. This was probably the first time on E that I didn't bother to finish a smoke, because it was too damn cold. We went back inside and soon enough the second set was starting.
This time the energy in the club was turned up a few solid notches. Everyone was dancing intensely, and really diggin the music. I really enjoyed dancing, and felt full of energy and not inhibited at all. I drank a couple Coronas during the set, and bought one for M, and that seemed to only increase the E feelings and give me more energy to dance. I made sure to sneak a glass of water in there at some point (responsible me). The second set was just as sick as the first, especially when they covered the Police's "Message in a Bottle". Hell yeah. M kept saying how sick the band was, and S was obviously having a great time. What could be better? I was also having the most fun I've had yet this semester.
Around 1:00 the band had finished their twenty-minute encore, and I gave the keyboard player a high five and we asked the guitarist if he'd like to come back to our school for a music festival in the spring, and he said most definitely.
Walking back to the car M and I both noted that we were both having an enjoyable, but mild, roll that wasn't fading yet at all. We went back to the house (thanks to S for sober drivin') and smoked two bowls with a girl I had promised to smoke up at the show. Yeah that was nice.
Soon M left and I was left alone with S and we had some damn good sex without any problems raising the flagpole or reaching the finish line. Woo!
Read This Fourth
I thought E was dead to me, but now I realize I was just abusing it. While the effects of the drug were not intense by my standards last night, in combination with an excellent band and social scene, it was just perfect. I had a great time, S had a great time, and M also had a great time before he got sent home.
So if you're like me and thought E's lost its magic for you, I'd suggest giving something like this a try
peace!
