Haha! I love it.
Just start singing “Strange Design” in your head. The rest will fall into place.
10:32 pm MST…wickedly blazed
Listening to Gorge 8/8
When I get stressed out, I sing that song in my head, and it really relaxs me.
“Just relax, you’re doing fine”
I also am listening to 8/8, and the other thing too.
Phish taught me how to drive “Hold the wheel, read the sign. Just relax you’re doing fine.” Is awesome advice. And also, “Push it into third if you know you’re gonna climb that hill.” It’s not a Phish song per se, but they perform it and it’s good driving advice (depending on the hill and what gear you’re already in and such).
mmmm… Fluffy sonted and durnked. Long Trail Ale yo! And the hot neighbor’s weed!
^ I am guessing you didn’t know what tires were until you started listening to phish.
Dude! Seriously! The tires are the thing on the car which make contact with the road. It’s so true, such a good lesson right thar.
Woke up a bit earlier than others I’m riding with to Phish… so Morning Guinness time!
Wahoo! Have a good show!!!
I drink in order to obscure the pain I have from living the lie of a closet pot smoker.
Ah…Guiness is the best morning drink!
I disagree. I am partial to Bloody Mary’s myself…
so I just found out that I broke the can opener last night in my excitement to make spaghetti-o’s
still got the can open though, yeh!
nugs.
though you friend got bunk’d or whatever… I’d prob not plan my first trip to be at a concert, there is a lot going on at a show and if you’ve never trip’d it can be a bit much to handle
tripping is about set and setting, so as others stated if your not feeling good where you are, go somewhere else, safely though… don’t drive
my first time tripping was with a few close friends and we had a babysitter who wasn’t doing it who was there just to make sure nothing went really wrong, we started out the trip by taking a hike through the woods around my college, which has a lot of woods and lakes and shit… we did that for the first 4 hours and the peak of the trip, then after-wards we went back to civilization and played Frisbee for a bit, then we kind of all went our separate ways to enjoy some solitude… i went back to my empty dorm room, this was last day of my frosh year of college, i had packed everything up besides my computer, so i put on some pink floyd and tripped out to that and this very institutional like dorm room, when “welcome to the machine” came on it was the first time I lost my shit… the worms and they enter his brains and then the synth that comes after the lyric sent me into a crayzed state for what felt like an hour but was prob just a few min’s, i climbed around on the furniture in the room and exhausted myself, then laied down for awhile… after all this it had been a good 6 hours since ingestion and things were still going strong… ended up going outside to see who was around and ran into one of the girls who lived a few floors above me, really cool chick who could jam out on the flute, so i got my guitar and we jammed for a bit was very fun my first time tripping and jamming was just flute and guitar… after all this everybody was going to the dinning hall, i walked down with everybody went inside, walked over to the pizza stared at it for a good 5 mins’, then noticed a cop next to me… our school had a real state police that patrolled campus… i looked over to him and thought to myself, he can’t do a god damn thing to me, he has no idea I’m faced… but then i was like… I’ve been standing here staring at this pizza for a long time… and it then dawned on me i should leave the dinning hall, so i bounced left all my friends there and went and wandered the woods for another hour, after all this a good 9 hrs had gone by and things were slowing down, the rest of the 3 hrs i felt anything we just played some more Frisbee and chatted about our experience then went and got a late night snack at midnight, 12 hours after ingestion… that is how i spent the last day of my frosh year at college, was such a great great day that I’ll remember forever, nothing ever really matched that day in as far as tripping goes either, not sure if anybody’s first time really ever gets topped, breaking through to the other side for that first time can’t be explained really
i had ingested .35mg of 2ci about .10 mg more than a regular dose, lasted a strong 9 hrs, was back to baseline after about 12-13
the next day driving back home for the summer i was glowing, felt like king of the world, like i had a new key to the universe
while phish shows are fan fucking tastic to trip at, I would not want that setting to be my first setting, but to each his own
be safe whatever you do as it’s your first time there is no telling what your reaction will be, I’ve seen people straight up loose it their first time and then that be their only time… if your psyche isn’t in a good place going into it, don’t do it, it may make you focus on negatives instead of positives which is what the experience is all about, the positives
also for more detailed accounts and shit on diff substances check out
I remember tripping balls at a Dead show in Autzen Stadium (Oregon) in 110 degree summer. The sun was going down, I was drenched in sweat, they were playing Eyes Of The World, Jerry was soloing, people were twirling, dancing ensued more and more.
Good times…
My first time included the earlier-mentioned freak-out. We started at my friend Allison’s cabin in the middle of the West Virginia woods on Halloween with a couple drops in the beer and a couple on the palm of our hands. We were told it came from the Dead family, though that’s just speculative. I CAN tell you how pure and awesome it was. We started out just hanging in the house and on the porch, then gradually went toward the fire.
After a while, the acid started kicking in a little bit and we jammed on some guitars and diggeridoo around the fire for what seemed like ages. Then about 2 1/2 hrs into it some dude shows up in a satan costume with pitchfork and devil (evil looking) mask. Well things go good until he sits amongst us around the fire and the girl beside him asks to try on the mask. She puts it on, I’m not liking it and feeling squirmy, but I’m dealing. The peak hadn’t hit yet but this girl then asks the person next to her to put it on. On and on it goes, from one person to the next, until it’s my turn. I said something to the effect of “Hell NOOOOOOOOOO!” and off into the woods I ran. It was dark, I knew not the woods I was in so I got a little ways up and buried myself in the bountiful leaves that had fallen during the Fall. They were coming up the hill yelling “James, come back, it’s OK!!” “James where are you? The mask got thrown in the fire. It’s gone, come back!” But I was thinking “Bullshit, you just wanna steal my SOUL!! I KNOW YOU SATAN!” Anyways, I hear my best friend walking about 10 feet away and yelling my name, so I whisper “Jeremy over here!” He trips over me, freaks out momentarily, then we both settle down and rejoin the fire.
I went into the house to peak, where the paper masks of Dracula, Wolfman, the mummy and Frankenstien seemed so soothing after the devil mask ordeal. The walls melted, the carpet was a rolling kaliedoscope and the floor looked slanted. One by one, all of my friends began coming into the house to peak, like it was some sort of focal area. Image a relatively small country home/cabin loaded with about 35 tripped-out hippies digging the Dead’s “Dozing at the Knick” and “Live/Dead” cds.
The line for the one bathroom got comical at times as all these trippy folks would stare at themselves in the bathroom mirror-get transfixed-and be in there for 20 minutes at a time! Those outside the door in line would be like “C’mon man, hurry up!” and then go in and do the same thing themselves! The diggerydoo made a few more rounds, we peaked, ate, smoked some herb, and then went back out to the fire. I ended the evening back in my dorm room, listening to disc one of A Live One and just enjoying life to the max!
Believe it or not, I could go on even longer about my first trip, but won’t. The first trip, to me, is definately the best. Even with my 1/2 wig-out, it was such a positive experience. So many little happenings went on that were just so PROFOUND. Like Olfactory said, I had a GLOW the whole next day. Sitting on top of the world, indeed!
–edit-- a few days later I found out how the devil mask was thrown into the fire. Seems as I was freaking out, I took it out of the person beside me’s hands and threw it right in the fire as I was running away!
great first trip stories! I’ll write mine and post it here, it was a bad trip… 
imma put a feckin head through a wall
I remember one time when I was tripping and I realized that the sun and moon that we see in the sky every day are the same sun and moon that every living being on planet Earth has seen or will ever see. Even stone sober, the implications still feel pretty profound to me.