This past weekend was a strange one here at the Fortress of Ineptitude.
Well, “strange” was in the mission statement for Saturday evening as Andrea and I had our first experience with edibles.
Andrea and I were good kids and continued to be good into alleged adulthood.
We never did the "Mary G. Wanna".
Also known as weed, pot, dope, grass, reefer, herb, and Mary Jane.
It was time to expand our horizons, take some risks and see where our chemically influenced minds could take us.
Our son Dean was our guide through this experience.
We were prepared. Dean and I went out on a snack run at Target to make sure we had sufficient sweet and salty snacks to get through any munchies we might experience.
Cheap bastard that I am, I paid the extra bucks for Door Dash to bring our dinner from McAllister’s.
So… what happened?
Let’s start with Andrea. As the evening wore on, she professed that…
- her head felt “weird”
- the room was spinning
- strange thoughts popped into her head.
Andrea did not enjoy her experience.
What about me? As the evening wore on….
- my head felt “weird” but my head always feels weird
- I felt my environment spinning around me but that’s just standard for me and
- strange thoughts popped into my head as they always do.
The edible warped Andrea’s brain to where my head is already at all the time.
I can’t say I enjoyed my experience either. I did not have any significant change in my perspective from the one that I live with every day.
It also didn’t help that we chose to watch the Jack Black Christmas movie Dear Santa which was not that good. Jack Black as the Devil should’ve sent us straight trippin’ but no.
The next day, Dean was ill, throwing up a lot.
Oh no! Did the gastrointestinal affliction that hit Andrea and I about 2 weeks ago also strike out our visiting son?
Was Dear Santa that bad of a movie?
Dean thought it was food poisoning from his McAllister’s sandwich.
Or maybe it was the edibles? Maybe Dean got sick and Andrea and I had bad experience cause we scored some bad weed, man!
Not cool, dude!
Or....
Dear Santa is really that bad of a movie that it counteracts the effect of edible weed.
Not cool, dude!
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