Duchesse breaks bad
I was given a marijuana-laced cookie last summer as a ribald birthday gift. Stuck it in the freezer, forgot about it till recently.In the spirit of experimentation, I decided to eat it when Le Duc and I settled in to watch "Breaking Bad" on DVD.
Perhaps it was Walter White's adventures on the dark side that instigated my desire to do something slightly transgressive. (Our house has hosted its share of pot-smokers, but I don't smoke anything, and my last experience eating it went back four decades.)
Cute little SkorBa
r cookie, what harm could it do? I nibbled half (best be on the safe side) and settled in to watch Walt battle disease and deceit.In less than an hour, the walls glowed, the sound boomed and swooped–and we were watching on a laptop. Uh oh.
I cast my mind back and realized I was stratospherically high. When I informed Le Duc, he said, "Really? You'll be OK in a little while, but right now you just need to distract yourself. I'll go downstairs and download some of those Anthony Bourdain shows you like." ("No Reservations", how ironic.)
I lay there, waiting– he did not. Not. Not. Return. Oh my God, I thought, he's gone out and I'm stuck here in this state! My paranoia spun dire scenarios while the walls hulaed. Where is he, where is he...what's in this cookie, maybe it's laced with something else?
I couldn't read, couldn't walk to the bathroom and kept reciting my address, just in case. (I didn't know what case, but it seemed wise.)
The hours seemed to drag. Whom should I call when I can't even speak?
In fact, six minutes had elapsed.
The cookie wore off gradually while an ecstatic Bourdain lay merry waste to mounds of Brittany's glorious seafood, lacy crepes, buttery pastries. Unlike this chef who eats anything and never gets sick, the cookie and dinner ended up in the toilet.
Breaking bad, not so good. I've returned to my drug of choice, Lindt Fleur de Sel chocolate bars.
Comments
I don't think it is just because we are older than we were way back when - there is also a lot more THC in contemporary marijuana products.
At least the effects of espresso and of a good red wine are predictable (as are the effects of abuse). I travel to Amsterdam fairly often for work, and am not in the least tempted to have a "space cookie" at a coffeeshop. (Coffeeshops are for marijuana; places with good coffee and other drinks are called cafés in the Netherlands).
By the way, the police on their beat pass by young people sharing a joint and don't even bother them around here. They are concerned about far stronger stuff. The friend is still alive by the way, though I have lost two other friends to AIDS in recent years; there is still no cure.
Sorry you had such a bum trip!
;-)
Pseu: That's what my sons told me, too (after laughing). I felt it the next day, too.
Anonymous: Very funny too me now but wish I'd considered the difference in dose from what I remembered.
Susan and Jean S: If I ever try it again, it will be nibble by nibble.
materfamilias: The deterrent for my sons seems to be price :)
a little sewing: I estimate fun- maybe even romance- would have been possible on half to a third of what I ate.
laurieann: LOL! Was not hard to find a taker for the other half, and he has been warned.
I had a similar experience at a party had no clue what I was ingesting...thought it was a regular brownie...and the most surprising thing was that our hosts were well respected millionaires who were international real estate developers in their late 50's.
Go figure...
I don't know if I'd indulge again, given the chance...then again, nobody's offered in a good long while!
I also have several friends who have legal (medical) marijuana and it definitely helps their symptoms.
Rubi: In my youth I found it usually put me to sleep! But I would try it again, in a cookie- maybe one day. And of course I will report here.
Lisa: I wondered who can eat one of these cookies- then told the story to a friend and he told me about finding some in a GFs fridge and eating three of them! ("Man", he said, "I was hungry and they were so good.") He was alone and thought he was going to have a heart attack- he phoned her, she told him what he'd done. He was OK too, eventually.