In the small Alaskan town where I live, the Fourth of July is a really big deal.
The usual population of 3,000 people swells to 30,000 over this glorious
holiday. All along the beachfront is a huge party that reminds me of an outdoor
music festival with tents packed side to side and hippies grooving to live
music. Anyway...that sets the stage. Early on the Fourth I was hanging out
downtown and talking to a friend of mine (Bob) who told me that there were some
shrooms in town and asked if I wanted to split a bag ($50). I agreed and gave
him $25. We were to meet later that evening when we both were off of work.
Around 9PM I went to his work and met him, along with
two other friends (Joe and Joe). Joe and Joe had split a bag about an hour
before and were as yet stone cold sober. This worried me, but I quickly wolfed
down my half bag, around 4 dried caps and a bunch of stems. I don't have any
idea what species of mushroom they were, but I'm guessing Liberty Caps for some
reason. I didn't mind the taste, there was no nausea, and they took a long time
to set in, so you guess from there. A half-hour later Joe, Joe, Bob, and I still
didn't feel any significant effects and were pretty dissapointed with the waste
of money. I lost track of Bob at this point (we were gonna trip together) and
wandered off on my bike.
This is the wierd part. At midnight every Fourth there
is a big fireworks display. Just before midnight I looked at my watch and
decided I had to find a place to watch the show, and soon spotted some friends
of mine hanging out on a grass lawn near the launch site. Then BAM, three hours
since I ingested the mushies, the high finaly hit. It was really fast and
strong, within a minute I could barely walk over to my friends, where I
collapsed on the grass. The fireworks were incredible, and I felt as if they
were exploding directly over my head and were going to land on me. I couldn't
stop laughing. I heartily recomend fireworks while tripping. After the display
rode my bike all the way down the bike path to tent city, trying to find Bob.
I finally got to the place where the hippies and kids
were dancing to the live band and found my friend. As soon as he saw me he was
like, "You're tripping too, aren't you!" His eyes were wide and he was
odviously tripping as hard as I was. We hung out for a bit, but soon got
nervous. Minors were walking all around with beers in their hands and people
were talking about cops coming. I heard a rumor that they were searching
backpacks (which makes no sense, but it freaked me out anyway) and I had an
eighth of weed in my pack and my friend was carrying a case of Heiniken in his.
So we walked to a friends house to continue the party, this around 1:30AM. We
stayed at this friends house until I got nervous that my parents would wonder
where I was, so Bob and I (Bob was staying at my house) walked to my house.
When we got there we met my new cousin-in-law who was
slightly drunk. He knew that we were messed up, but is only 21 years old so he
helped us out. He told my Mom that we were home and then let us sneak out, after
which we returned to my friends house. There, we watched the movie Airplane.
Good god it was funny. We laughed so hard at the part where that one guy is
sniffing glue and hanging off the celing that I will always laugh when I think
about it. After the movie we walked back to my house, when the high finaly wore
off...around 5:30AM. All in all, it was a fairly intense trip. I could hardly
walk around and it was hard to think. However, except for the fireworks there
were basicaly no visuals. This is why I decided it must have been a level 1
trip.
