On my birthday my boyfriend and I were at a local brewery to celebrate me and my legacy, the night was going well, I was on the fast track to getting shit faced when a friend of ours asked if I would be interested in smoking a cigarette, and luckily I was interested. He, my boyfriend and I went back out behind the bar to another open area and did our thing, and in the midst of doing our thing, conversation was had about some boomers being stored near by that our friend had access to! And because it was my birthday, he was going to run and grab me a few. Happy birthday! (I'm going to call psychedelic mushrooms boomers because I think it's funny.)
So he comes back with two big ol' mushrooms, they felt a little heavier than other mushrooms I had taken in the past, they were also about double in size. Birthday mushrooms is what I decided the type was. We agreed to head back to the apartment my boyfriend and I were living in at the time together, and from there we would head downtown for more beers after smoking some weed and re grouping. I thought "this is fine" once we got home, without thinking, grabbed a handfull of Doritos, both of the boomers, and started stuffing my mouth. I chewed, I gagged, I swallowed, I did what everyone does in that situation. The lump in my throat had passed and I was good to go. My boyfriend and our friend came out of the spare bedroom at this point holding a scale and I was like "I wondered what you guys were doing!". My boyfriend then asked me where I put the boomers, and confused I explained to them that I had just eaten them both, they calmly looked at each other and laughed a little bit. The night went on. We packed a bowl and after hitting that a few times the mushrooms started kicking it, and kicking in hard, I thought to myself "these just must be reaaaally good shrooms!" and didn't think anything else of it. Clearly they were birthday shrooms, they were the best kind around. Then without any warning the walls then quickly filled with color, the room got soft, any smoke trapped around us from the weed almost began to wrap itself around me as it moved towards the open window. I continued to smoke, and maybe 30 minutes had gone by as I sat there laughing my boyfriend looked over and asked me "Did you still want to go to the bar? Or would you rather stay in?"
"BAR!"
So we wandered to the bar that was down the street from our apartment and we partied our faces off. I took about a 45 minute smoke break and got lost sitting on the bench but luckily since I hadn't moved I remembered where the bar was. I went back inside and I'm pretty sure someone ordered shots. I don't exactly remember walking home but the night ended and we laughed about how much fun we had for a few weeks after.
Fast forward about a month, we're at the same bar talking to our same friend and he informs us that he has more of the same mushrooms I had eaten on the night of my birthday! BIRTHDAY SHROOMS! Obviously we jumped on that offer and bought quite a few from him. Once we got home my boyfriend pulled out his scale to weigh them, he placed one on the scale, looked at me and laughed. He then placed another one on the scale, it was now the same amount of mushrooms on the scale that I had eaten the night of my birthday, and he turned the scale towards me. I had eaten 6 grams of mushrooms on my birthday.
And I'll tell you all now, I'll never eat less than 6 grams of mushrooms at a time again.
Have a nice trip! ;)
This is also the story behind my icon picture.
These were the only two photos that were saved on my phone from that night. They always make me laugh.
