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Bluelighter
New Year’s Eve
Players:
me (24, pothead, experienced with shrooms, xtc)
Jen (gf, pothead, very experienced with most drugs)
Keith (best friend, very very experienced with xtc)
Andrea (Keith’s gf, somewhat of a pothead, very experienced with xtc)
Sammy (other best friend, pothead, doesn’t do drugs)
Emily (Sammy’s gf, she only drinks)
8:00 pm: Jen and I arrive at Keith and Andrea’s apartment and we get on the horn to find some sort of drugs, but everyone we call is dry. Worries kick in. The girls are going to the club tonight, and we’re going to hit a house party and meet up afterwards. I down a beer.
9:00: There’s still no word on any drugs. We just sit around waiting for the phone to ring. We’ve all played the waiting game before, but never on New Year’s! All we have at this point is enough for a pinner. I smoked about 7 cigarettes in the last hour to deal with the lack of scoring.
10:30: I’ve had three beers and I’m a little more chilled when the phone rings and the call for the xtc happens. Happiness ensues. The four of us take a hit of these little green pills with the letters ‘qp’ on it. The girls head to the club. I hold on to the other 4 hits (we all bought 2).
11:15: We get to the ‘house’ party. I don’t know if anyone else feels this way, but usually I get these feelings of apprehension right before I get to a party. The first few minutes are awkward because we get there and there’s people standing around, drinking, having a good time, but the issue is we have no idea who said people are. Finally we make it to a bedroom where friends of mine are and comfort ensues. My friend Sammy is already here with his crew and they’re about to smoke a joint. Now I’m very happy.
11:30: I noticed I dropped an hour ago and I start to feel the come-up symptoms, but because I’m so stoned they aren’t as strong as I expected. There’s always nausea involved, and this time I’m not feeling anything like that, but I’m chewing my gum at ‘an alarming rate,’ according to Sammy.
11:45: We go upstairs to shoot some pool and after a few shots and see that I’m useless at shooting. People I don’t know are making fun of my bad playing. I don’t mind, in fact I agree with them, I go back downstairs to groove to the music. The beat is pulsating in my heart, or at least it feels like it is, so I know I’m getting fucked. The mood at the party is rather chill, people are just drinking and sitting around the tv watch the new year’s coverage. I’m standing around grooving to the beat. Sammy says something to me, and I reply with ‘no talk, just jam.’ He gives me a funny look and walks away. I’m definitely in my own world.
11:55: 5 minutes before midnight and there’s much anticipation. The room is now packed with people and we’re all very excited. I don’t know if it was the xtc or the anticipation of new year’s or the pot/beer, but all of a sudden standing up becomes an issue. I have a lot of energy, but I definitely need to sit down. Champaign and joints are on the ready for midnight.
12:02: It’s 2003 now, and everyone is happy. I know a lot of people at this gig, which means I have go and wish all of them happy new year, but I sure don’t feel like it. In fact, I fail to see what the whole point of new year’s is. We wish everyone the best and that’s cool, but really, who cares? I’ve never felt quite so introspective on xtc before. I see the whole thing as superficial and fake. I talk to Emily about this and she’s surprised that I would criticize an excuse to party. I agree. Joints are being passed to me from every direction, and although I’m fucked, I take at least one pull off each one.
12:10: I’m so wasted that I lie down on the floor and watch a lava lamp in the corner. I bob my head to the music and people try to talk to me, however, I don’t think anyone got a coherent response out of me. I have the familiar feeling of floating on a cloud, like I’m hovering. I can’t distinguish where my body ends and where the floor begins. I’m ‘at one’ with the carpet, and the carpet is a soft, flat cloud. I hear my phone ring and I feel my pockets to find it, but I can’t find it right away. I know I ran my hand over it, but I couldn’t distinguish between the phone and the folds in my pants. Someone tells me my pocket’s ringing. I think that line is hilarious. Keith comes along and tells me to stop being so lazy and get up and answer the phone because it might be our girlfriends. I try to rationalize that there’s no point in answering the phone because by the time I get to it, the call would be over. He keeps pressing me so I try a little harder to answer it. I was right, my phone had a ‘one missed call’ readout. I love being right. I give my phone to Keith to deal with as long as he promised not to bug me anymore.
12:30: I’m getting bored of lying around alone and decide I need some conversation. I walk through the house looking for someone interesting to talk to. I run into Keith again who is chilling at the kitchen table with some people. He asks me for his other hit. I go into my pack of smokes and realize that I can’t find them in there. Now Keith looks really mad. I try to think of how I can defuse this situation so I can get on with my night. I say (a la homer simpson), ‘sure, we could sit here all night and play the blame game, but the truth is I fucked up and you fucked up too, so lets just say we’re both wrong and move on.’ I was convinced this would lighten the mood because everyone at the table laughed, but Keith replied with ‘find my fucking hit.’ I searched my pockets and found the hits right there. Keith takes the second hit, but I wanted to wait until I meet up with Jen again to take the next hit.
1:00: I feel the need for some fresh air, so I go outside for a walk. Emily joins me because she doesn’t like being in such a smoky place. Being outside feels wonderful. Although it’s obviously cold out, I feel like the whole party should be at this temperature. We go to a park across the street and I hit the swings to have a smoke. Things get a little scary here. A group (6) of male youths approach us, very drunk. At first they’re cool, giving the New Year’s vibe off. Then one guy asks for a smoke. No problem, I give him one. I believe that no one should be deprived of cigarettes if I have lots. However, the rest of them asked for smokes too, and I only had around 6 left. I told them that if I gave one to each of them then I wouldn’t have anymore, so I suggested I give them three and they could share amongst themselves. One of the guys says, ‘you’re lucky we’re only going to take your cigarettes.’ Now, I’ve been in a fight or two in my time, but never against a bunch of guys. Emily tells the guys to fuck off. The one guy says, ‘shut up bitch.’ Now, I’m freaked, firstly I’m in no condition to fight, and secondly if they take my smokes, they’ll have the other two hits of xtc (which are in the pack). But Emily is in control of the situation better than me. She points to the place the party is happening and says that there’s about 100 people there that will spend all night tracking them down if they fuck with us at all. She said that a few smokes aren’t worth getting their heads bashed in, and that her boyfriend is a crazy fucker who’s been in and out of jail for this stuff (in relaity, he couldn’t hurt a fly). She was very convincing and angry and she scared the guys off. We went back to the party.
1:10: We tell the story to Keith and people and they really want to go out and rumble with these guys. I try to talk them out of it, but even Sammy was getting his boots on. I’m definitely a thinker, not a fighter (hell, I’m a fucking pothead, therefore almost pacifist, and there was no harm done, the best revenge is to live well etc). Keith is unconvinced and the word is spreading about our encounter, even Emily has no problem with tracking these guys down. I really needed this situation to end because it was totally ruining my roll. I finally threaten to call Andrea, who would give Keith shit for fighting, especially for the lack of a reason, and he backs off. This more or less defuses the situation. Those guys at the park never knew how much pain could have fallen upon them. We smoke the only joint I have to get back into the right mindset.
2:00: Keith, Sammy, Emily and I leave the party to pick up the girls at the club. They come outside and Andrea is completely mashed. Now, there’s six of us in a car, no one’s sober (Keith is driving and he’s only e tonight, so he’s capable of controlling the car), and Andrea and Jen really want to get stoned. Jen was pissed that I didn’t save pinner to share with her, and she’s right, because I smoked a lot of weed at that party, but smoking that last joint seemed like a good idea at the time. Andrea gets on her phone and calls some friends of hers that are partying at a motel in town to see if we can score.
2:30: We get to the motel, and Andrea’s crew has two rooms beside each other and there’s about 20-30 people partying. It’s a good scene until Jen sees notices her ex-boyfriend amongst the crew. Now, I’m pretty secure in this relationship, even if Jen looked more happy to see him than she did to see me when we picked her up earlier. She gives him a great hug and a kiss on the cheek right in front of me. She’s a very affectionate person, so I didn’t have a problem with this. Keith however asks me why I let her act like that. I say ‘its her business and I trust her and that dude’s a cocksmoker anyway.’ But he hears me and is none to happy about it. He calls me a cocksmoker back. I say, ‘yes, I am, but that’s my business.’ He laughs. Another situation resolved with a little bit of self-deprecating humour. Anyway, we score the weed and leave the scene.
3:00: We get back to Keith and Andrea’s place and Andrea, Jen and I take the last of the pills. We turn on some music and roll a few cones. Emily, who had been drinking all night passes out and Sammy puts her to bed. Jen and I flip a coin for who has to give who a backrub first while we’re waiting for the next hit to kick. I win and lay down on the floor. The backrub feels so incredible. It wasn’t really sexual, more like the feeling was tingling (the best word I can describe it with) I had never got a massage on e before, and I realized right there that the ‘hype of the massage from BL’ is much worth it.
4:20: Its 4:20 on New Year’s Day, and we smoke a phat cone in the time’s honour. I just lay on the floor feeling amazing. I feel like I living inside a blanket of warmth and it surrounds me and whatever I touch. Sammy and Andrea have crashed, so Keith, Jen and I just sit around and talk until the sun comes up. It was a really fun night, not the best new year’s ever, but still fun.
Players:
me (24, pothead, experienced with shrooms, xtc)
Jen (gf, pothead, very experienced with most drugs)
Keith (best friend, very very experienced with xtc)
Andrea (Keith’s gf, somewhat of a pothead, very experienced with xtc)
Sammy (other best friend, pothead, doesn’t do drugs)
Emily (Sammy’s gf, she only drinks)
8:00 pm: Jen and I arrive at Keith and Andrea’s apartment and we get on the horn to find some sort of drugs, but everyone we call is dry. Worries kick in. The girls are going to the club tonight, and we’re going to hit a house party and meet up afterwards. I down a beer.
9:00: There’s still no word on any drugs. We just sit around waiting for the phone to ring. We’ve all played the waiting game before, but never on New Year’s! All we have at this point is enough for a pinner. I smoked about 7 cigarettes in the last hour to deal with the lack of scoring.
10:30: I’ve had three beers and I’m a little more chilled when the phone rings and the call for the xtc happens. Happiness ensues. The four of us take a hit of these little green pills with the letters ‘qp’ on it. The girls head to the club. I hold on to the other 4 hits (we all bought 2).
11:15: We get to the ‘house’ party. I don’t know if anyone else feels this way, but usually I get these feelings of apprehension right before I get to a party. The first few minutes are awkward because we get there and there’s people standing around, drinking, having a good time, but the issue is we have no idea who said people are. Finally we make it to a bedroom where friends of mine are and comfort ensues. My friend Sammy is already here with his crew and they’re about to smoke a joint. Now I’m very happy.
11:30: I noticed I dropped an hour ago and I start to feel the come-up symptoms, but because I’m so stoned they aren’t as strong as I expected. There’s always nausea involved, and this time I’m not feeling anything like that, but I’m chewing my gum at ‘an alarming rate,’ according to Sammy.
11:45: We go upstairs to shoot some pool and after a few shots and see that I’m useless at shooting. People I don’t know are making fun of my bad playing. I don’t mind, in fact I agree with them, I go back downstairs to groove to the music. The beat is pulsating in my heart, or at least it feels like it is, so I know I’m getting fucked. The mood at the party is rather chill, people are just drinking and sitting around the tv watch the new year’s coverage. I’m standing around grooving to the beat. Sammy says something to me, and I reply with ‘no talk, just jam.’ He gives me a funny look and walks away. I’m definitely in my own world.
11:55: 5 minutes before midnight and there’s much anticipation. The room is now packed with people and we’re all very excited. I don’t know if it was the xtc or the anticipation of new year’s or the pot/beer, but all of a sudden standing up becomes an issue. I have a lot of energy, but I definitely need to sit down. Champaign and joints are on the ready for midnight.
12:02: It’s 2003 now, and everyone is happy. I know a lot of people at this gig, which means I have go and wish all of them happy new year, but I sure don’t feel like it. In fact, I fail to see what the whole point of new year’s is. We wish everyone the best and that’s cool, but really, who cares? I’ve never felt quite so introspective on xtc before. I see the whole thing as superficial and fake. I talk to Emily about this and she’s surprised that I would criticize an excuse to party. I agree. Joints are being passed to me from every direction, and although I’m fucked, I take at least one pull off each one.
12:10: I’m so wasted that I lie down on the floor and watch a lava lamp in the corner. I bob my head to the music and people try to talk to me, however, I don’t think anyone got a coherent response out of me. I have the familiar feeling of floating on a cloud, like I’m hovering. I can’t distinguish where my body ends and where the floor begins. I’m ‘at one’ with the carpet, and the carpet is a soft, flat cloud. I hear my phone ring and I feel my pockets to find it, but I can’t find it right away. I know I ran my hand over it, but I couldn’t distinguish between the phone and the folds in my pants. Someone tells me my pocket’s ringing. I think that line is hilarious. Keith comes along and tells me to stop being so lazy and get up and answer the phone because it might be our girlfriends. I try to rationalize that there’s no point in answering the phone because by the time I get to it, the call would be over. He keeps pressing me so I try a little harder to answer it. I was right, my phone had a ‘one missed call’ readout. I love being right. I give my phone to Keith to deal with as long as he promised not to bug me anymore.
12:30: I’m getting bored of lying around alone and decide I need some conversation. I walk through the house looking for someone interesting to talk to. I run into Keith again who is chilling at the kitchen table with some people. He asks me for his other hit. I go into my pack of smokes and realize that I can’t find them in there. Now Keith looks really mad. I try to think of how I can defuse this situation so I can get on with my night. I say (a la homer simpson), ‘sure, we could sit here all night and play the blame game, but the truth is I fucked up and you fucked up too, so lets just say we’re both wrong and move on.’ I was convinced this would lighten the mood because everyone at the table laughed, but Keith replied with ‘find my fucking hit.’ I searched my pockets and found the hits right there. Keith takes the second hit, but I wanted to wait until I meet up with Jen again to take the next hit.
1:00: I feel the need for some fresh air, so I go outside for a walk. Emily joins me because she doesn’t like being in such a smoky place. Being outside feels wonderful. Although it’s obviously cold out, I feel like the whole party should be at this temperature. We go to a park across the street and I hit the swings to have a smoke. Things get a little scary here. A group (6) of male youths approach us, very drunk. At first they’re cool, giving the New Year’s vibe off. Then one guy asks for a smoke. No problem, I give him one. I believe that no one should be deprived of cigarettes if I have lots. However, the rest of them asked for smokes too, and I only had around 6 left. I told them that if I gave one to each of them then I wouldn’t have anymore, so I suggested I give them three and they could share amongst themselves. One of the guys says, ‘you’re lucky we’re only going to take your cigarettes.’ Now, I’ve been in a fight or two in my time, but never against a bunch of guys. Emily tells the guys to fuck off. The one guy says, ‘shut up bitch.’ Now, I’m freaked, firstly I’m in no condition to fight, and secondly if they take my smokes, they’ll have the other two hits of xtc (which are in the pack). But Emily is in control of the situation better than me. She points to the place the party is happening and says that there’s about 100 people there that will spend all night tracking them down if they fuck with us at all. She said that a few smokes aren’t worth getting their heads bashed in, and that her boyfriend is a crazy fucker who’s been in and out of jail for this stuff (in relaity, he couldn’t hurt a fly). She was very convincing and angry and she scared the guys off. We went back to the party.
1:10: We tell the story to Keith and people and they really want to go out and rumble with these guys. I try to talk them out of it, but even Sammy was getting his boots on. I’m definitely a thinker, not a fighter (hell, I’m a fucking pothead, therefore almost pacifist, and there was no harm done, the best revenge is to live well etc). Keith is unconvinced and the word is spreading about our encounter, even Emily has no problem with tracking these guys down. I really needed this situation to end because it was totally ruining my roll. I finally threaten to call Andrea, who would give Keith shit for fighting, especially for the lack of a reason, and he backs off. This more or less defuses the situation. Those guys at the park never knew how much pain could have fallen upon them. We smoke the only joint I have to get back into the right mindset.
2:00: Keith, Sammy, Emily and I leave the party to pick up the girls at the club. They come outside and Andrea is completely mashed. Now, there’s six of us in a car, no one’s sober (Keith is driving and he’s only e tonight, so he’s capable of controlling the car), and Andrea and Jen really want to get stoned. Jen was pissed that I didn’t save pinner to share with her, and she’s right, because I smoked a lot of weed at that party, but smoking that last joint seemed like a good idea at the time. Andrea gets on her phone and calls some friends of hers that are partying at a motel in town to see if we can score.
2:30: We get to the motel, and Andrea’s crew has two rooms beside each other and there’s about 20-30 people partying. It’s a good scene until Jen sees notices her ex-boyfriend amongst the crew. Now, I’m pretty secure in this relationship, even if Jen looked more happy to see him than she did to see me when we picked her up earlier. She gives him a great hug and a kiss on the cheek right in front of me. She’s a very affectionate person, so I didn’t have a problem with this. Keith however asks me why I let her act like that. I say ‘its her business and I trust her and that dude’s a cocksmoker anyway.’ But he hears me and is none to happy about it. He calls me a cocksmoker back. I say, ‘yes, I am, but that’s my business.’ He laughs. Another situation resolved with a little bit of self-deprecating humour. Anyway, we score the weed and leave the scene.
3:00: We get back to Keith and Andrea’s place and Andrea, Jen and I take the last of the pills. We turn on some music and roll a few cones. Emily, who had been drinking all night passes out and Sammy puts her to bed. Jen and I flip a coin for who has to give who a backrub first while we’re waiting for the next hit to kick. I win and lay down on the floor. The backrub feels so incredible. It wasn’t really sexual, more like the feeling was tingling (the best word I can describe it with) I had never got a massage on e before, and I realized right there that the ‘hype of the massage from BL’ is much worth it.
4:20: Its 4:20 on New Year’s Day, and we smoke a phat cone in the time’s honour. I just lay on the floor feeling amazing. I feel like I living inside a blanket of warmth and it surrounds me and whatever I touch. Sammy and Andrea have crashed, so Keith, Jen and I just sit around and talk until the sun comes up. It was a really fun night, not the best new year’s ever, but still fun.
