This was my first experience with
shrooms. My buddy, D, had been growing and eating them for a while.
I was originally very worried about him, but after doing a lot of my
own research I was not only OK with him doing them, but I wanted to
D had just moved into a house with his
girlfriend J and his other friends, JP, M, and JR. It was a huge 6
bedroom house and it was a new place for all of us. My girlfriend,
Z, and I came to visit for a weekend and we decided to chrisen the
place with a group trip on a Friday afternoon.
After sleeping in late to deal with our
hangovers from the night before, we all gathered in D's room to
divide up the dried shrooms he had an gauge doses. D, M and myself
took 2.8g, Z took 1.7g and JP and JR took 3.5g. I had heard a lot
about the horrible taste, but it didn't really phase me as I was
eating. I got a good chewing in as everyone else choked theirs down.
Well... I coming up fast in about 10
minutes. I was laughing so hard at everything that tears were
streaming out of my eyes. I don't even know if anyone else was
coming up. I spent at least 15 minutes convincing myself to stop
When I finally did stop laughing I was
overcome with the urge to explore. I got up and started walking
through the house examining every bed room, bathroom, closet and
kitchen. I even stood outside the back door for a few minutes. The
mid-day sunshine was spectacular.
I was only able to enjoy myself for a
bit before I thought that I might look silly just standing outside
the door looking around. I felt the need to try to look normal and
imagined myself sighing and clearing my throat like someone who just
came outside to get some air. As soon as I did this, I realized that
I was just someone who came outside to get some air, had a giggle and
went back inside.
When I went back inside, everyone was
running around the house as a group examining things and sharing. I
joined right in and got lost. I remember not knowing what floor of
the house I was on and being frustrated about that and spent a little
bit of time running from Z because she was trying to eat my ear. It
was a fantastic experience. It was like being a kid with a bunch of
other kids. I distinctly remember the vibrant colors that were different in each room. Each room had its color which everything but a few contrasting objects were a shade of. It was as though each place I went to had a personality.
I snuck off at one point to get away
from everyone and discovered some fresh strawberries in the fridge.
Without thinking twice, I cracked them open and found a chair to eat
them in. Holy crap. I can't describe how awesome it was to eat
those strawberries. They were magnificent. One by one, another
person would discover me and my strawberries to announce, “We had
strawberries!?!” and consume them with me until we were all
gathered around the empty plastic container. While I was chatting with JR, I stopped myself at one point and announced that I was incredibly boring and asked JR how he could listen to me. I couldn't stand to listen to the sound of my voice droning on and on about crap.
With a little bit of banana peel eating
and exploration of the cold and dead basement behind us, I decided
that I was take it upon myself to make sure that we all went to the
park. 3 hours later, I had convinced JR and JP to put their shoes
on, It wasn't until I was coming down that we walked to the park.
It was still fun though. By the time we got to the park, it was
trailing away and Z could sense that I was leaving and came over to
play with me one last bit before we were both back in the plain-old
J (who didn't eat any) came to join us
in the park and to make sure we weren't causing trouble and that
concluded my trip. JR didn't come down for a couple hours and
managed to eat some tree sap before he did.
Fun times. I'm hooked.