I shall call this entry ... the first time I ever ate mushrooms. (Yes, THOSE mushrooms. I'm a druggie.)
We ate the mushrooms in some big city burritos, we just kind of stuck them on the burrito with each bite so they didn't taste like crap. After eating our burritos, I didn't really start feeling funny for about 30 minutes. I didn't start hallucinating stuff for about an hour. But when I did, ohh man!
I started at the dining table with a cup of orange juice trying to write the alphabet. I don't know why, but I felt like it was my assigned duty to get the alphabet down on paper. I could get all the way to W, but I could NOT remember what came after V. I was trying to drink my cup of orange juice, but when I brought it up to my face, I could smell the juice so well that I felt like I had just finished a whole glass of it, so I couldn't drink more.
The idea of not finishing the orange juice was hilarious to me, so I decided I would finish the juice or I wasn't allowed to leave my chair - so then I was stuck in my chair since I couldn't drink the juice! (This made perfect logical sense to me at the time.) Around this time I decided to call Chad ... and it's a good thing I did at that time, because the trip got WAY more intense later.
Pretty soon, I had no concept of time. I knew that I had called Chad, so I started thinking that I had called him about 100 times all night. I was thinking of poor Chad hiding the phone under his pillow as I kept calling so his family wouldn't know I was tripping out. (Pretty sure I just called him once, though.)
Dan stopped by to check up on me to make sure I was alright (I told him earlier that I was going to do it). He snapped a picture of me with huge pupils, a really goofy smile, and my hand on my hair (apparently, my only link to reality was touching my hair or my beard). Then later, I was absolutely convinced that Dan was there the whole time, and I was so out of my mind that I just couldn't see him. (I mean, SO positive of this fact! I would have bet my life on it.) Now I'm positive that Dan only came over for 5 minutes to check up on me, then he took off.
At the time I felt like I needed babysat because I was so out of my mind ... but it turns out all we got accomplished was pouring a cup of wine that we didn't drink, pouring about 5 cups of orange juice that we didn't drink, we sat in every different corner of my apartment and admired the amazing things (like my wall, the carpet, the table, the map)... and we made it around the block.
The trip around the block was awesome. I swear, I thought we were walking straight the whole time ... and we ended up back where we started. I knew this was impossible, but instead of being baffled, I was convinced it made logical sense. I static-shocked myself in the hallway, and it was the loudest, brightest, most painful shock of my life. I loooved it! Anyway, Mike picked a tree to stand by and stare at, and I was all scared because it was the biggest, most sinister tree I'd ever seen. I remember saying, "Why did you have to pick THAT tree, out of all the trees, to stop by?! Look how mean that tree is!" (No idea what exactly I was seeing ... the tree looked sooo evil.)
I poured a cup of wine and spilled a few drops on the counter top, then I stood there for about 30 minutes staring at the drops next to the cup. It was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen... I wanted to cry because the wine was so "gorgeous" ... I used that word about a thousand times last night. The red color was so amazing to me! I pushed the wine cup through the spilled wine and it looked like it was trailing blood as I pushed it, and again I stood there for another half hour admiring the "gorgeous" wine.
I sat on the futon with a piece of paper, my pillow, and a pen for an hour or so. The blank piece of paper looked like it had huge murals of Ganesh and other Hindu deities. I wanted to trace them on the paper so I could remember what they looked like, but all I was capable of drawing was a sinister pacman who was bleeding out of his eyes and scaring the shit out of me. (This morning ... he's just a normal pacman - a circle with a slice missing.)
The pillow looked like it was filled with circuits and microchips with electric currents zipping through them. I was staring at the pillow and Mike asked me what I was looking at, and I was like, "This pillow is the most amazing piece of technology I've ever seen!" I started drawing on the pillow, with pen cap on, and I could see the lines I was drawing as if they were really there. Then I started drawing on the wood grain on the arm of my futon. I saw the entire grand canyon in the wood grain, and the knots in the wood were the tall pillars where the rivers had to change their paths and wind around. (Needless to say, my blue lines that I wasn't really drawing followed the path of the river up and down the futon for about 10 minutes - Mike and I were both amazed at how beautiful the wood grain was, and we were both in complete agreement that I needed to draw the river going through the grand canyon.
Soon, we ended up sitting by my hall closet. I took my magic pen and drew a circle on the carpet, and I knew that my bottle of wine belonged in that circle. I went on a quest (it felt like a quest... even though it was just me walking to the fridge and back) to put the wine in the blue circle I had drawn - and once I set the wine in the circle, it was like the whole world was at peace. I felt the biggest sense of accomplishment in my life, and suddenly, everything was in order.
Later in the night, I went back to the Pacman drawing and drew a ghost... then I said, "Though shalt not pass!" and suddenly, I was safe from sinister pacman - the ghost was going to hold him at bay for me on that piece of paper, and I was so happy that the ghost was there to protect me.
I only got to explore about 10% of the things I wanted to - the carpet, my bookshelf (oh my god, I've never wanted to read a math textbook so bad in my life! But I was too busy making sure the wine got put in the circle, too busy trying to drink my cup of orange juice, too busy pushing my cup of wine through the spilled drops)... anyway, it was just sensory overload. I could easily spend an entire trip just sitting at my bookshelf, or just looking at my windows media center visualizations for music, or just playing with wine in my fridge.
It's cool because I can remember everything that happened, and I remember how I felt about them - I don't quite understand WHY I felt that way ... but wow. No wonder they call it "tripping."
Annnd ... I sold Mr. Goldfinger for $1,050 ... AMAZING. The guy picked it up this morning, I signed over the title, and I have his money. Freakin AMAZING.