Adventures on the Aqueous Acension

So last night at about 9 i went to this house that had a bar. It was ok. I didn't spend too much time there. I didn't drink there either. When I heard that a couple of my friends who had gone out to dinner were back at the dorm I went back to meet up with them. I was invited by Pilchen to a party at his frat and we were all going to go, so once I got back to the dorm I threw on some warmer clothes and went back out to the jew frat (i got a bid from there). It was a 60s themed party. Jefferson Airplane and Hendrix were playing, the smell of hookah and alcohol permeated the air, and a few too many blacklights illuminated everyones eyes and teeth. In one room there was a cooler with what was called "Electric Kool-Aid," described as being "four times stronger than beer." I took that description with a grain of salt and poured myself a cup and was promptly proven wrong. That shit was strong. Didn't taste strong, but evidently it was. Halfway through my cup, simply turning my head gave me a funny sensation. I got excited at the thought of getting drunk off of delicious electric kool aid.

Earlier that night four of my friends tried something. I don't know how to describe it, but I'll do my best. They locked themselves in a room, turned off all the lights and listened to sound, not music, but sound. The waves of these sounds stimulated certain parts of your brain to simulate the effects of certain drugs. The different sounds had names like "alpha," "beta," "alcohol," "opium," and "cocaine." After a 35 minutes dose they definitely said that they felt a little off, as if something was intoxicating their heads a little bit. We toyed with the idea of smoke a couple bowls later that night and trying it again.

After the alcohol ran out, my friends chris and steve left. We went back to DuPont, it was about 12:30. I had a stomach ache, so I told them that we should chill a little bit before we smoked. They were fine with that. I went to my room and lied down on my bed a little. Next thing I knew the whole world was on my hall. People I wanted to see and people I didn't want to see were everywhere coming in and out of my room saying hello, being friendly, or being ostentatious and obnoxious with their state of intoxication. I needed to be alone. I needed to clear my head and get over this stomach ache. I went outside. I went out the back door and lied down on the cool concrete steps. It felt good. The cold surface on my back soothed my body, and the fresh cool fall air drawn in through deep slow breaths relaxed my stomach and aided digestion. I soon went from feeling crappy to feeling like a million dollars.

I love the fall. It's my favorite season. Every fall Sunday evening I used to go out for a walk to my elementary school to watch the sunset. I loved fall sunday evening sunsets. I think they're the best kind. Something about the brisk air on your face is therapeutic. It clears your head for the upcoming week. Unfortunately, I hadn't been on a sunday evening walk in a couple years now, but being outside nursing my stomach reminded me of how much I enjoyed those cool brisk nights.

So I went inside to Steve's room. They were waiting for me, packing a bowl in Steve's bubbler. "I feel like a million dollars" I said. "Let's go out and smoke this, but let's not come back inside, lets stay outside." Sure it was cold, but I wanted the fresh air so badly. Steve and Chris were down. Steve loves being outside. So we went down to the dock nearby and smoked a bowl. Afterwards, we lied down on the dock and looked up at the sky and the stars and the trees. This brought back other memories. The first time I got high, I was with my friend on his bed and we were looking out the window at this tree and describing all the things we saw in it. He swore he saw Shrek in that tree. Well now we were seeing dragons and horses and FROGS. Frogs were everywhere. Everywhere we looked, its like out brain made it out to be a frog somehow.

I think I remember Steve saying something like "dude, we could be on the lake now, I should've brought my oars." One thing led to another and we were trekking back up the hill to DuPont to get oars and snacks. We were going on the lake. I was so excited.

We returned ready for an adventure. We put the raft on the water, got in it and rowed to the middle of the lake. It was then that I was convinced that I needed to get high and have more adventures. Being on the lake surrounded by water and trees below a sky peppered with stars was out of this world. It was so crazy playing with your vision. Like...steam was rising from the lake. It created a pretty thick mist just over the surface of it, so it looked like we were flying across the clouds. Then we thought we were on some like...futuristic theatrical stage. It was nuts. We had so much fun. We sparked a J and just chilled, talking about how much we've changed since orientation and shit. We were out there for at least an hour or so, but it felt like so much longer. It was amazing. I highly recommend it.

When we got back we watched planet earth and fell asleep one by one.