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ecstacy, shrooms and weed - first time combo - ...could have been worse (LONG)
Players:
Me – 24 years old
my gf “Jen”- 20
my best friend “Keith” – 24
Keith’s gf “Andrea” – 23
Drug history: we’re all experienced drug users, we’ve all done ecstasy and shrooms before, but Jen is the only one who has done them together. We’re all pretty chronic with the weed too.
Social history: I’ve never tripped out with my gf before, we’ve never had a chance to until last weekend. Keith is the master of ‘e’, everyone in our group of friends was exposed to it through him, including his gf. I had a somewhat bad shroom trip two weeks ago, but I got over it.
Dose (at first): 1.5 grams of mushrooms, stems and caps each and one pill MDMA, blue, with a superman symbol on it, 4 2-paper joints, and alcohol
Last Saturday afternoon
5:00: My gf and I get to Keith and Andrea’s apartment and we’re all sitting around watching TV waiting for the phonecall to score the drugs. It’s already dark outside and the plan is to ingest and go to a local ‘miniature village’ christmas attraction. Its this little model town you can walk through all decked out christmasy. We have no plans for afterwards, we’re more a carpe diem group of drug users.
5:30: We get the call and score everything we wanted. I suggest we eat the shrooms first and wait an hour and half to make sure the shrooms are well on their way, past the nauseous state before we roll. Keith and I play video games while we’re waiting, and the girls go out to the store to pick up the ecstasy equipment – bottled water, gum, cigarettes.
6:15: I’m starting to feel queasy, I say ‘no biggie’ because I should be used to this feeling by now. I have some water and try to ignore it. Everyone else was starting to feel a little weird too.
6:35: At this point I’m playing a first person shooting game, so I’m concentrate on the targets and one starts to move around. Its not supposed to move like that so I look up and ask if anyone just saw that, but nobody was paying attention. I turn the game off cause I know I’m about to trip. Keith suggests we start heading to the miniature village.
6:50: We get in Keith’s car and start going. Andrea is in the back with me and we’re working towards rolling a joint.
7:00: Right before we light up the j, Keith notices flashing lights up ahead. It’s the RIDE program, a series of roadblocks the cops set up on weekends to stop all the cars to check for drunk drivers. Always happens around christmas. We hide the weed so there’s no evidence of any illegal activity. But, we are all tripping on shrooms. I’m surprised that I don’t feel more paranoid as we approach the cops. I find I’m more thinking about the flashing lights and how trippy they look. They were just really red and somewhat catroony, the lights looked like they had substance to them, like they were 3-d…hard to explain, but it was a wicked visual. I tell everyone to look at the lights and Jen responds with, ‘already on top of that.’ We get through the cops with no problem at all, and the second we pull away, Andrea, who has this incredible distaste for cops, lights up the j.
7:15: We get to the village and as soon as we park, Jen grabs my hand and runs towards the entrance. I can’t see the purpose in this little jog because its not giving me enough time to focus on any one thing to hallucinate, and we just smoked a joint. We get to the line and notice that Keith and Andrea are still at the car and are signalling us back. I tell Jen we have to go back and she looks up at me with these huge disappointment eyes. While trying to think of what to tell her to end this situation, I notice her face is all weird. There were like wrinkles/veins around her eyes and they were all distorted. At this point she started poking at my face noticing that I was noticing the shroom-face-visaul. Keith calls my cellphone, and asks how we’re feeling about doing the roll. I feeling plenty fucked up right now, but Jen is all for it. We’ve been dating for 3 months and she’s always able to party harder than me. We go back to the car and do the roll.
8:05: We’re walking through the village. There are a lot of trees all lit up with different colour lights. I feel like I’m walking through a surreal cartoon, because everything looks so weird. Then I get hit with this huge wave of nausea and stomach cramps. Its hard to move around. I tell Jen how shitty I’m feeling and she says there’s some gravol in Keith’s car. But the problem is, we sort of separated with Keith and Andrea and we have no idea where they are. Jen tells me to wait where I am while she goes to find them. So, I’m alone. I HATE being alone on shrooms, but I didn’t realise that until after Jen was out of visual range. I try to just stand there and focus on this little train model going around a track. All the people in the model looked so happy. I said, ‘they must all be on drugs to be that happy’ to no one in particular and I just laughed. People were looking at me funny, and I was tempted to say out load, ‘don’t worry, I’m on drugs too…that’s why its funny’ or something, but thought against it.
8:15: Jen and I are back in the car and I drink some water but I don’t take the gravol. I recline the passenger seat down and have a cigarette. The seat feels very cozy, like its made out of air and I’m floating on it. Jen turns on some tunes, some mixed dance music, and she rolls a joint.
8:20: I haven’t moved from the seat and a wave of calm rushes over me after. We haven’t talked, just listen to the music, and every once in a while Jen would stroke my hair and make sure I was okay. The hair stroking felt really awesome.
8:30: Keith and Andrea get back to the car, and Andrea is fucked! Keith is pretty much holding her up as they come to the car. I think, ‘oh no, this is bad’ and start to get paranoid. But I see a smile on Andre’a face, and that calms me down. They get in the car and Keith says, ‘she’s fucked. Let’s go.’ We smoke the joint on the way back.
8:50: We get back to Keith and Andrea’s apartment and Keith turns some music on and the three of them dance. I feel like I could dance, but the couch just seems more comfortable. I put a blanket on me and I feel so secure and safe within it. I just smoke cigarettes while watching the others dance. I feel so good under the covers, I can’t think of a time where I was more content. I have these thoughts about how the world just needs to do what we’re doing and everything would be all right. Stupid shroom thoughts I guess.
9:30: Everyone is sitting down now, and Jen is in the blanket with me and it feels amazing, but she’s really restless. She convinces Keith to make another call for more drugs.
10:30: My gf and I leave Keith and Andrea’s place to hit a club down the street. She acquired and did another hit of ‘e’. I’m still feeling fucked up, but I’m nervous about going into a crowded club. We smoke a joint on the walk down.
10:40: The j hits me extra hard, and I have to stop walking. I ask Jen to wait while I get over the initial hit. She suggests we hit a coffee shop across the street. Getting there was so difficult, I had to focus all my energy and effort to get across the street without falling over. We get inside and Jen sits me down and lights a smoke up for me before getting us some coffees. The store is almost empty and I hear dance music coming from somewhere but I can’t figure out where. Jen gets back and says she doesn’t hear anything and that I’m tripping and its all in my head. I try to rationalize how that could be possible, because the music, although very quiet, sounded perfectly clear. Jen is talking a lot, but I can’t pay attention after the first few words. I sit there with grin on my face. Jen suggests we leave, and I remember how much I don’t want to in a club or even outside so I say I don’t want to go yet. She’s obviously getting bored chillin in the coffee shop, and I hate bringing people down with my problems so I try to get up…not a good idea…I stumble back into the seat. Jen keeps asking me what I want to do, whether I want to go home, go to the club, go back to Keith’s…but all I want to do is stay there. Jen said that wouldn’t be a problem, but the shop closes at 11.
11:00: I feel a bit better and we leave the coffee shop. We walk around outside and somehow manage to make it to the club. The line is long, it feels like it was going to take years to get in. Jen runs into some friends of hers about half way up the line and we join them. I don’t know these people very well, but she’s very happy to see them. I suggest to her that now she’s got people with her, I can go home, cuz every time the door opened while people went in/exited the loud music gave me a heart attack…I knew the club vibe would be too intense. I get a cab home.
11:30: I’m home, I watch a little TV…I’m not sure what I watched, I was more running over the events of the night in my head. I got pretty paranoid that Jen would hate me after tonight because I got too fucked to give her a night out like she wanted. But she called from the club later to check on me and that conversation made me feel a lot better. I went to bed about 1am, but I couldn’t sleep until much later. When I did wake up, it was 2 in the afternoon on Sunday, with a terrible headache and insane teeth grinding. But I expected it.
So, what’s going on this weekend?
[Edited subject to comply with the forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 16 January 2003: Message edited by: Splatt ]
Players:
Me – 24 years old
my gf “Jen”- 20
my best friend “Keith” – 24
Keith’s gf “Andrea” – 23
Drug history: we’re all experienced drug users, we’ve all done ecstasy and shrooms before, but Jen is the only one who has done them together. We’re all pretty chronic with the weed too.
Social history: I’ve never tripped out with my gf before, we’ve never had a chance to until last weekend. Keith is the master of ‘e’, everyone in our group of friends was exposed to it through him, including his gf. I had a somewhat bad shroom trip two weeks ago, but I got over it.
Dose (at first): 1.5 grams of mushrooms, stems and caps each and one pill MDMA, blue, with a superman symbol on it, 4 2-paper joints, and alcohol
Last Saturday afternoon
5:00: My gf and I get to Keith and Andrea’s apartment and we’re all sitting around watching TV waiting for the phonecall to score the drugs. It’s already dark outside and the plan is to ingest and go to a local ‘miniature village’ christmas attraction. Its this little model town you can walk through all decked out christmasy. We have no plans for afterwards, we’re more a carpe diem group of drug users.
5:30: We get the call and score everything we wanted. I suggest we eat the shrooms first and wait an hour and half to make sure the shrooms are well on their way, past the nauseous state before we roll. Keith and I play video games while we’re waiting, and the girls go out to the store to pick up the ecstasy equipment – bottled water, gum, cigarettes.
6:15: I’m starting to feel queasy, I say ‘no biggie’ because I should be used to this feeling by now. I have some water and try to ignore it. Everyone else was starting to feel a little weird too.
6:35: At this point I’m playing a first person shooting game, so I’m concentrate on the targets and one starts to move around. Its not supposed to move like that so I look up and ask if anyone just saw that, but nobody was paying attention. I turn the game off cause I know I’m about to trip. Keith suggests we start heading to the miniature village.
6:50: We get in Keith’s car and start going. Andrea is in the back with me and we’re working towards rolling a joint.
7:00: Right before we light up the j, Keith notices flashing lights up ahead. It’s the RIDE program, a series of roadblocks the cops set up on weekends to stop all the cars to check for drunk drivers. Always happens around christmas. We hide the weed so there’s no evidence of any illegal activity. But, we are all tripping on shrooms. I’m surprised that I don’t feel more paranoid as we approach the cops. I find I’m more thinking about the flashing lights and how trippy they look. They were just really red and somewhat catroony, the lights looked like they had substance to them, like they were 3-d…hard to explain, but it was a wicked visual. I tell everyone to look at the lights and Jen responds with, ‘already on top of that.’ We get through the cops with no problem at all, and the second we pull away, Andrea, who has this incredible distaste for cops, lights up the j.
7:15: We get to the village and as soon as we park, Jen grabs my hand and runs towards the entrance. I can’t see the purpose in this little jog because its not giving me enough time to focus on any one thing to hallucinate, and we just smoked a joint. We get to the line and notice that Keith and Andrea are still at the car and are signalling us back. I tell Jen we have to go back and she looks up at me with these huge disappointment eyes. While trying to think of what to tell her to end this situation, I notice her face is all weird. There were like wrinkles/veins around her eyes and they were all distorted. At this point she started poking at my face noticing that I was noticing the shroom-face-visaul. Keith calls my cellphone, and asks how we’re feeling about doing the roll. I feeling plenty fucked up right now, but Jen is all for it. We’ve been dating for 3 months and she’s always able to party harder than me. We go back to the car and do the roll.
8:05: We’re walking through the village. There are a lot of trees all lit up with different colour lights. I feel like I’m walking through a surreal cartoon, because everything looks so weird. Then I get hit with this huge wave of nausea and stomach cramps. Its hard to move around. I tell Jen how shitty I’m feeling and she says there’s some gravol in Keith’s car. But the problem is, we sort of separated with Keith and Andrea and we have no idea where they are. Jen tells me to wait where I am while she goes to find them. So, I’m alone. I HATE being alone on shrooms, but I didn’t realise that until after Jen was out of visual range. I try to just stand there and focus on this little train model going around a track. All the people in the model looked so happy. I said, ‘they must all be on drugs to be that happy’ to no one in particular and I just laughed. People were looking at me funny, and I was tempted to say out load, ‘don’t worry, I’m on drugs too…that’s why its funny’ or something, but thought against it.
8:15: Jen and I are back in the car and I drink some water but I don’t take the gravol. I recline the passenger seat down and have a cigarette. The seat feels very cozy, like its made out of air and I’m floating on it. Jen turns on some tunes, some mixed dance music, and she rolls a joint.
8:20: I haven’t moved from the seat and a wave of calm rushes over me after. We haven’t talked, just listen to the music, and every once in a while Jen would stroke my hair and make sure I was okay. The hair stroking felt really awesome.
8:30: Keith and Andrea get back to the car, and Andrea is fucked! Keith is pretty much holding her up as they come to the car. I think, ‘oh no, this is bad’ and start to get paranoid. But I see a smile on Andre’a face, and that calms me down. They get in the car and Keith says, ‘she’s fucked. Let’s go.’ We smoke the joint on the way back.
8:50: We get back to Keith and Andrea’s apartment and Keith turns some music on and the three of them dance. I feel like I could dance, but the couch just seems more comfortable. I put a blanket on me and I feel so secure and safe within it. I just smoke cigarettes while watching the others dance. I feel so good under the covers, I can’t think of a time where I was more content. I have these thoughts about how the world just needs to do what we’re doing and everything would be all right. Stupid shroom thoughts I guess.
9:30: Everyone is sitting down now, and Jen is in the blanket with me and it feels amazing, but she’s really restless. She convinces Keith to make another call for more drugs.
10:30: My gf and I leave Keith and Andrea’s place to hit a club down the street. She acquired and did another hit of ‘e’. I’m still feeling fucked up, but I’m nervous about going into a crowded club. We smoke a joint on the walk down.
10:40: The j hits me extra hard, and I have to stop walking. I ask Jen to wait while I get over the initial hit. She suggests we hit a coffee shop across the street. Getting there was so difficult, I had to focus all my energy and effort to get across the street without falling over. We get inside and Jen sits me down and lights a smoke up for me before getting us some coffees. The store is almost empty and I hear dance music coming from somewhere but I can’t figure out where. Jen gets back and says she doesn’t hear anything and that I’m tripping and its all in my head. I try to rationalize how that could be possible, because the music, although very quiet, sounded perfectly clear. Jen is talking a lot, but I can’t pay attention after the first few words. I sit there with grin on my face. Jen suggests we leave, and I remember how much I don’t want to in a club or even outside so I say I don’t want to go yet. She’s obviously getting bored chillin in the coffee shop, and I hate bringing people down with my problems so I try to get up…not a good idea…I stumble back into the seat. Jen keeps asking me what I want to do, whether I want to go home, go to the club, go back to Keith’s…but all I want to do is stay there. Jen said that wouldn’t be a problem, but the shop closes at 11.
11:00: I feel a bit better and we leave the coffee shop. We walk around outside and somehow manage to make it to the club. The line is long, it feels like it was going to take years to get in. Jen runs into some friends of hers about half way up the line and we join them. I don’t know these people very well, but she’s very happy to see them. I suggest to her that now she’s got people with her, I can go home, cuz every time the door opened while people went in/exited the loud music gave me a heart attack…I knew the club vibe would be too intense. I get a cab home.
11:30: I’m home, I watch a little TV…I’m not sure what I watched, I was more running over the events of the night in my head. I got pretty paranoid that Jen would hate me after tonight because I got too fucked to give her a night out like she wanted. But she called from the club later to check on me and that conversation made me feel a lot better. I went to bed about 1am, but I couldn’t sleep until much later. When I did wake up, it was 2 in the afternoon on Sunday, with a terrible headache and insane teeth grinding. But I expected it.
So, what’s going on this weekend?
[Edited subject to comply with the forum guidelines -Splatt]
[ 16 January 2003: Message edited by: Splatt ]
