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I'm too stoned to give a full accounting

I went to Austin this weekend.

As you may know, my beloved first-generation iPod, Misty II, fatally deceased herself recently, and I got a new 80G number whose name is Ebony White. Endless fun has been had loading Ebony up with music – with double the capacity of my old iPod, I was able to import not only my old playlists (jazz, hip-hop, road music) but a bunch of other stuff (all my old-time radio shows, a big metal playlist, a classical playlist, and all of my Top Ten Albums of the Year from 1969-2006). And naturally, this means I want to take a lot of long road trips to get the most out of these. Happily, the I35 was accommodating in this regard, throwing a locked-up semi and a car fire at me to cause long, boring delays just perfect for iPod fun.

Once I arrived, arrangements were made to dine at Stubbs, home of great barbecue and easily confused waitstaff. oilyrags, scottvond and lauri8 joined me for desultory conversation, barbecued animal flesh and a discussion of the plausibility of Willie Nelson as a sinister, Noah-Cross-style biofuels tycoon. After this, I insisted on bowling, because I enjoy things that involve alcohol and fun. We went to a place in the middle of north nowhere, and a good time was had by all, especially Scott, who whipped us like he was trying to get the local Wheel of Pain franchise. After that: Flugtag! Tomatoes can’t fly, was the lesson I took away from that event.

If I took drugs, and if I had a drug-taking filter, this is where I would confess that I got hold of some shit this weekend that purt near made me lose my ever-tenuous grip on reality. Whether I just took too much, or whether there was something else in it besides weed, or whether, as Austin theorizes, I am a big pussy, that shit climbed right on top of me and didn’t get down for another 12-14 hours. There are many, many hours of Saturday night where I cannot really account for what I was saying, doing, hearing, or experiencing, and while I am assured that I didn’t murder anybody or wind up naked in a lake, I have only the word of others and my lack of a fresh police blotter in way of proof.

Thanks are due to: oilyrags for putting me up and giving me a lovely piece of art; so_crates, for a birthday present I didn’t receive for several weeks due to its arrival at an address no longer my own; and hipsterdetritus, for giving me something to look forward to next year. Next stop: Texas State Fair! In a goddamn month. Feh.

Oh, P.S.: There was a huge green alley ball we referred to as "Hulkball". It weighed about 50 pounds and the thumb hole was large enough to hold two adult male thumbs. I used it for several frames on the theory that its gargantuan size alone would be enough to cause a strike; it turned out that this theory was flawed.



Aug. 27th, 2007 04:01 pm (UTC)
Mmmm hmmm.

You did sound rather distant** (metaphysically, not corporeally) on the phone when I called to apologize for missing y'all at Flugtag.

**And by distant, I mean you sounded like someone had become detached from the line while out on a spacewalk and yet wasn't terribly concerned to see the mother ship receding swiftly and silently into the deep.
Aug. 27th, 2007 04:13 pm (UTC)
Ha ha! Well, the next day you were saying "more please!" so I guess it wasn't that bad. Perhaps you just aren't used to the edible approach? I did warn you that the last time I'd tried it, I stayed up in the air more or less the whole next day.
Aug. 27th, 2007 04:26 pm (UTC)

Aug. 27th, 2007 07:12 pm (UTC)
Sure, the bowling was fun at the time, but now I think I need Tommy John surgery.

As to the brownies baked by Mr. Rags...all I'll say is I took a walk down 6th Street that could have been an outtake from Easy Rider...
Aug. 27th, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
Man, I'm glad it wasn't just me. Them things MESSED ME UP.
Aug. 27th, 2007 07:28 pm (UTC)
Oh my god you ATE it? That's like -- didn't you know that eating it equals HOURS of .... well, I don't really remember, but it took hours.
Aug. 27th, 2007 08:40 pm (UTC)
Actually, uh, I smoked two joints, AND ate a brownie. With so much stuff in it that I was like picking the dope out of my teeth. Also by "a brownie" I mean "two and a half". So.

Aug. 27th, 2007 08:50 pm (UTC)
Hey now! I ran the egg/butter/bud mixture through a blender, it was chopped up supafine!

But yeah, there was a lot of it in there.
Aug. 27th, 2007 09:52 pm (UTC)
The two joints would have worn off by the time the brownie kicked in, if I remember correctly. I are jealous.
Aug. 27th, 2007 10:15 pm (UTC)
All contingent on strain and quantity of consumption, as well as what was eaten earlier that way. Smoking can create effects up to maybe 4-5 hours tops, with consumption kicking in somewhere between 15 and 90 minutes later.

I'm somewhere between jealous and concerned.
Aug. 27th, 2007 10:15 pm (UTC)
*eaten earlier that day.


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Leonard Pierce is a freelance writer wandering around Texas with no sleep or sense of direction. If you give him money he will write something for you. If you are nice to him he may come to your house and get drunk.

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