alright, this in high school, first time i did shrooms (or any hallucinogen)
It was really weird trip. It was like being ridiculously drunk. I have no idea what happened during most of the trip, not because i blacked out, but because i just didn't have any idea what the fuck was going on in the first place. I remember being in a car and having no idea where we were coming from or where we were going. Spinning in circles was fun. It was that kind of trip. I believe i also drank a large amount of 151 early on in the trip. i was unaware 151 had a grate/screen over the opening, so i thought somehow i hadn't taken the cap of correctly and wasn't getting any. I was later told that i chugged a large amount before handing it back to my friend and informing him the bottle wasn't working.
Well at some point i was in a basement, and my dad called. I pulled out my cell phone, saw it was a parent, and made the good call not to answer. I waited for the call to end, and checked my voicemail. Well whenever my dad calls he leaves a message that makes it seem like he's calling about some grave and important issue he doesn't want to mention in a voicemail, "Mike, this is your father. Call me as soon as you get this," even though he just wants to know what i am up to next saturday or something else of no immediate importance. So, because i was tripping the message sparked my imagination, i started getting paranoid, and decided i had to call my dad back. I went in some adjacent room so there wouldn't be noise in the background, and a girl came with me. Somehow she was supposed to help me through the call, but i don't know how that would of worked. Conferring with someone in the background before every response would of probably aroused some suspicion from my father. she ended up being more for encouragement, someone giving me the thumbs-up in the background.
My dad answered, and wanted to know how to burn a fucking cd. Not only was his question of no immediate concern, but think about trying to explain something like that to a technology-inept parent while your tripping for the first time (and this was back before i-tunes and all the new music programs, when burning a cd was actually a small process). well, end of the story is i somehow i went through it step-by-step with him, and he made his damn cd. The girl said i did great. i must of done alright, because somehow my dad successfully completed a computer oriented task.