Yesterday I slept with someone I hadn’t seen in a long time. Okay, not quite; I shared a bed with someone I hadn’t seen in a while.
Sleep is not even close to what we did because I wouldn’t be fighting sleep amid the day today.
We laughed the entire night, which was something I hadn’t done in a long time and brought me immense joy.
My phone had rung 20 minutes into my afternoon siesta, and Iraq (her nickname would require another article) said she would be passing by shortly. We should’ve known it was going to be another long night of laughter and great moments.
Wephad met in university, and while our friendship waned after we graduated, we still ran into each other occasionally and had a good time.
Reliving the moments of life we shared, this specific instance had us in stitches. Our first time with weed edibles.
You see, we go through a lot of silent rites of passage on our journey to adulthood. There’s the first time you drank, went to a club, had sex, and so on. They say you can forget your first time, but the high lasts a lifetime.
A few months into campus, Iraq, Jenny, and I had become solid friends, and we were excited about our newfound freedom and everything it brought.
We’d never tried or touched alcohol, let alone weed.
On this particular day, a classmate had invited us to a birthday party.
Even though there had been a lot of drinking and smoking, the three of us kept refilling our glasses with lemon soda and avoided anyone with anything that sounded intoxicating.
After the party, we stayed over to assist in cleaning up and ended up staying the night.
The subject of weed came up during our long chats, and after much coaxing, we agreed to try it since there were a few edibles leftover from the party.
after the first bites, we were checking for oddities or strange behaviors and after 20 minutes of no one reacting, we went all-in with the remaining cookies. (Biggest mistake of our lives)
An hour later, when we’d forgotten and even dismissed the whole weed frenzy, the high finally kicked in, and the mayhem began.
I wish I could explain this in my mother tongue, so you can understand exactly what I’m talking about, but I’ll do my best.
Iraq got the high first, complaining that her mouth was clogged with cotton. More like she had a mouth full of marsh mellows. Anxiously and distressed, we all stepped in to help, using a torch to search for the invisible cotton in her mouth.
Then our host, Elsy, spotted a spilled stream of water creating an arc beneath the table and announced that there was a river in the house. We gathered around the small puddle of water, terrified, staring at it as if it were an ocean.
When it finally hit me, the high started with the room’s colors shifting to disco colors, followed by an intense euphoria that burst into hysterical laughter. Never in my life had I laughed so hard. Everything around me was amusing, but Iraq’s nose was particularly amusing. I couldn’t take my eyes off it and couldn’t stop laughing.
I couldn’t put my finger on what was wrong with it, whether it was the shape, size, or color, but I knew it was the funniest thing I’d ever seen.
On the other hand, Jenny in her new state of mind had realized that her head was lighter than usual, as if she didn’t have one, and kept asking us to help her touch it.
My days! You should have seen us in that chaos.
Iraq’s struggle with the cotton in her mouth was hilarious. She couldn’t stop gagging and drank whatever she could get her hands on to wash it down.
If anything, the water and bottles of leftover beers she kept drinking to wash down the stuck cotton would have been her death. Jenny was inconsolably crying the entire time. Seated in a corner, she mourned the loss of her head.
By this time, Elsy was on her knees, circling the stream of water on the floor that she had recognized as the River Jordan, probably trying to figure out how to cross. We’re it not for the closed door, Elsy would have been on her knees outdoors, trying to find the end of River Jordan.
Then there was me, helpless in tears and laughing my lungs out. I thought I was going to die from laughing.
Except for Elsy, who spent almost the entire night circling the Jordan River, we eventually fell into deep sleep and awoke exhausted. I’ve never been that tired in my entire life, especially from laughing so hard.
That was our first and, for the most part, our last edible encounter, but the high will stay with us forever.
Even though I’d only gotten two hours of sleep when my alarm went off, it was one of the best nights I’d had in a long time.
As I nurse a laughing Hangover, I’d advise you this; If you’re going to try edibles for the first time, take the smallest dose you can. Stay at home and stay inside. I repeat, stay inside!