The other night some aquaintances of mine decided to throw a mushroom party. Unfortunately, about half of them showed up late so we didn't take the mushrooms till after 10 P.M. At that point we decided to go ahead and take them.(They showed up a few minutes later.) I'm not sure what the strain was, but I purchased an eighth, basically one big mushroom. I was only going to eat half, but then I thought, "What the hell" and ate the rest.
These were strong- came on in 10 minutes or less. Of course, I'm only 5'3" and 135lbs., plus I had an empty stomach. I think that must have made a difference, because the rest of them took about 20-30 minutes to start tripping. I started getting nervous and sweaty, so I went upstairs to listen to some music. I was making a concious effort to stay on top of the trip.
After I out a disc in, I noticed that the walls were moving. They had sort of an Indian motif pattern on them that was moving. Then the ceiling joined in, then the shiny velvet couch and chair. After a while, Craig came in and said he thought he was feeling something. I pointed out that the wall was moving, but he was more interested in the zebra-print rugs.
I tried going downstairs where everyone else was, but I've come to the conclusion that basements are not a good place for me to be while on mushrooms. Plus they were watching a bizarre claymation Sepultura video with little voodoo men. I went back upstairs to listen to Manson.
Craig came back up and we went outside for a little while. The trees were amazing! I mellowed out some and went downstairs again. I forced myself to stay put, and someone put on the movie "Batthumb." This movie is ridiculous sober, but I could barely handle it tripping. By then, everyone was on the same wavelength as me, so I felt a little more at ease. At some point we were all running around the house. I told A-bomb, "Dude! Your house is a Fun House!" He had been heading downstairs, and when he poked his head back around the corner to reply, "It's kind of fun," I could barely contain my glee.
My husband (sober) wanted to go home around 1 A.M., and I've never felt weirder in my own car before: It seemed to be bigger and smaller at the same time, and I couldn't figure out where to put my water, my bag, my CD's.
I was euphoric and hyper all night. Try as I might, I couldn't get to sleep till about 4 or 5 A.M. It seemed longer. The next day I was still happy and emphathetic, though a little queasy. (I have a sensitive stomach.)
All in all it was a good experience, though in the future I would rather take them earlier in the day.