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| Wednesday, July 13th, 2005 | |
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| _6:25 pm_[brent_thelawyer] |
( Stayin' Alive!Collapse ) (Comment on this) |
| Sunday, August 1st, 2004 | |
| _4:53 pm_[ex_xtopher_r760] |
Red Dawn Holy shit. Okay, first off, Red Dawn is an herbal extacy that they sell at Starship (local chain of adult stores and headshops in Atlanta). So we decided last night, with the roommate out of town, the youngling off, and neither of us working, to try the liquid form. My god was it one hell of a trip. And by trip, I mean just that. We tripped our balls of on the stuff. It sucked a lot because it was NOT what we were expecting at all. And there was no way to control it either. Had I been expecting it, it prolly woulda been hella fun. As it was, it was still really neat from my perspective. Everytime the trip went in a new direction, I felt like I was waking up from a dream. I didn't see things that weren't there, but I reality was EXTREMELY warped. I also had an incredible sense of detachment from my body. I had little to no fine motor skills, and when I walked or moved, it felt more like I was driving a mech. Time went by EXTREMELY slowly, I couldn't see straight at all, had no clue where I was, etc. My sense of sight was extremely warped and twisted. My sense of feel was severely fucked up, my hearing was super-sensitive (my breathing sounded like rushing wind), and my sense of taste and smell was gone. So yeah, this was my frist time tripping. VERY interesting indeed. And definitely not what we were expecting at all. Hell, for all I know, I might have been rolling my balls off, but I couldn't feel my body, so I don't know. lol I was so fargone that very few things let me know that I was in reality. The whole thing felt like a dream. I now understand what Michael meant when he told me once "Man, I know I'm standing, I see that I'm standing, but I have no idea how I'm standing. The human body is an amazing thing." LOL I had no major revelations, no religious experiences. The only things that I were still aware of were who Liz and Snow were. I didn't even know where I was (I was in my own house). For those who like uncontrolled trip, I highly reccomend Red Dawn. Granted, it apparently effects everyone differently. Snow's sold TONS of that shit and never once had anyone say they tripped on it. Everyone's just said that they rolled their balls off; on person apparently rolled for 3 days. O_o Perhaps it was just our batch? I don't know. But I'm pretty damn sure Liz and Snow aren't going to ever do that stuff again. Me? I might, but not as much as I took (I took two doses; 4 capfulls equal 1 dose, I had 8 capfulls). I know we each had a different kind of trip. While mine was fucked up senses and a warped reality, Liz was actually hallucinating at times, and I think Snow was too. Liz had no loss of motor skills though (granted she only took a quarter of the amount that Snow and I did). Snow told me that this was what an acid trip is like. I know the last time I took acid, it was nothing like this ('cept for a small sense of detachment). lol No soreness at all with this stuff ('cause there's no strictnine in it). Thank god  sanguecuore came over to help us. We really needed a sober person to help base us and she did a great job. She's my new best friend! lol Next time I take the stuff, it'll be much cooler 'cause I'll know what to expect and won't freak out when this happens. lol I don't really remember freaking out at all, but I do remember (in my few times of lucidity) being really confused as to why I kept falling asleep while rolling and having such odd dreams. Then I'd try to move and it would all start again. LOL Have any of you guys ever tried Red Dawn? Did it effect you like this at all? (2 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Monday, May 10th, 2004 | |
| _9:53 pm_[aphids21] |
Last Thursday Went out to get bent and we were completely successful.I flashed my tits at Back Booth (this I remember)Ran around the streets of downtown Orlando screaming "I like dick" (a sober friend told me this on friday)My drinking partner got 2 mexican bikers to buy us sausages for making out with each other in the street, guys will do anything to see girls kiss (this I found out from our escort the next morning)We also walked out on at least 3 tabs at various bars (as a bartender I feel guilty about that part)The most important ingredients for a REALLY good bender night like this are:1. A slightly sober, not easily embarassed chaperone2. Cocktails before you go out3. A good friend who gets just as mad as you do at this shitty things that happen to you4. NO SHAME Current Mood:  satisfied (1 Comment |Comment on this) |
| Saturday, May 1st, 2004 | |
| _12:17 am_[frauleinfatal] |
A magazine just for us. (1 Comment |Comment on this) |
| Wednesday, February 4th, 2004 | |
| _8:47 pm_[ex_xtopher_r760] |
Help, yo I'm looking for websites with accurate information on the chemical and physiological effects of drugs for research. I'm fascinated to know what they do and how they do it. I just have no clue where to begin looking for info on this stuff. Current Mood:  curious (2 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Saturday, January 31st, 2004 | |
| _4:32 am_[zoloft] |
The Squeezypet had a hankerin' for beer tonight, & since it was too late to get to any of the local specialty food or wine shops we love, we took our chances w/ ABC.There, we discovered Biere du Boucanier (which translates to "Beer of the Buccaneer" or "Pirate Beer"... yaaarrrr!). The label proclaims it to be "Strong Beer" & features a rather disturbing pic of a pirate.We're all about the pirates... and really strong beer, & this one certainly qualifies at *11%* alcohol. For those of you non-beer drinkers, or those who don't really pay attention, most beer (commonly found in America, anyway) are around 4-5% alcohol. My favourite, Nostradamus (which costs more for a 4-pack than a 12 pack of my usual crap, & left me diving head-first into an empty bathtub & puking my guts out on my honeymoon), is 9.5%.11% alcohol is pretty darned impressive for beer.The best part is that this Pirate Beer is amazingly drinkable for being that strong. It's very sweet, but not cloying. If any of you guys have tried SCA or ren-faire honey-mead, it's not unlike that, but with some definite beeriness to it.And, boy, does it pack a nice buzz!The Squeezums also got a sixer of The Knight's Ale, which was another Belgian ale, much less sweet, much less strong (a "mere" 6%), but still very, very good.Yessireebob, we are fast becoming huge fans of Belgian beer. Did I mention that (thanks in no small part to our friend, uberbastard) we've discovered that a local bar has Delerium on tap? ::drools::I'm afraid that we were drunk enough on PBR by the time that we discovered the good beer that we were forced to steal some of the super-nifty Delerium glasses that came w/ an order of the draft (they're shaped a little like little brandy snifters, & have pink elephants all over them... one of them was a evidently a holiday edition & featured a gold-plated rim as well as santa hats on the elephants).We are bad, bad, beer-drinkin' people. ;DAs it turns out, they sometimes have karaoke as well as really good Belgian beer on tap... a dangerous combination if I ever heard one... (3 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Monday, December 22nd, 2003 | |
| _9:50 am_[zoloft] |
"I dunno why you designate me as the driver, then buy me beer all night.""What? You only had three beers at the club & then one more at M & C's... how many did you drink last night?""Um... fourteen?""Well, there ya go." (Comment on this) |
| Sunday, December 21st, 2003 | |
| _12:44 am_[zoloft] |
From a column in the Asahi Evening News, as quoted by Jack Seward in the book The Japanese If a respected foreigner in this country wishes to gain the good opinion of his Japanese friends, he could do no better than to be their guest -- or victim -- at a Japanese dinner and get as drunk as a lord so that he had to be shoved into his car and taken home and have to tell his host on the morrow that he remembered nothing of the evening before. It would elevate his credit in their eyes as nothing else could. (1 Comment |Comment on this) |
| Tuesday, December 16th, 2003 | |
| _3:43 am_[jackylfan] |
Weekend... I actually managed to go out a few times this weekend. I did an open mic spoken word night on Sunday. I got into a brief conversation with a straight edge kid. Cool thing is, he doesn't have the earmarks of the pretentious, yet lacking in self-esteem, yokels that normally take up the mantle of not imbibing. Because these folk are less vocal than their ill-equipped counterparts in the "movement", they rarely get the credit they deserve. He was very well spoke, did not resort to trying to "convert" me or talk down to me. Which is funny because any previous straight edger that's tried has wound up questioning their own existence.:)In the end, he respected my decision and simply asked me to do the same. Which is fine by me, as at least he doesn't feel he is better than others for his decision.It was refreshing, and in the end, I know with certainty that he didn't run to livejournal to bitch about it behind my back.:) Current Mood: awake (Comment on this) |
| Sunday, December 7th, 2003 | |
| _12:11 am_[trioxin] |
How many of you own a versatile fashions corset? I'd like some feedback. (Comment on this) |
| Monday, December 1st, 2003 | |
| _3:14 am_[eddie_offermann] |
Crossposted to my own journalGod.I spent a whole day in bed, pretty much... Just not wanting to get out.Don't know why. The real world just didn't seem appealing enough to roll out of bed for.Convinced myself to go out tonight.Found out that certain people think I hate them... which is weird because I generally have no specific feelings about them at all, other than that I've known them for what seems like forever... which amounts to a certain amount of loyalty to them, regardless of what might be happening in their lives.Found expectations that I'm not entirely ready to accept, because that's not at all where my life is right now. People who expect less from me tend to get far more from me... If that sounds like a riddle, it just might be. Regardless... I am who I am... and that's not who you want me to be, it's just what I am.And of course, I was as usual entirely amused by people who don't get, at all, how much I actually drink...At BBQ tonight, I order and get the usual that makes me roll into bbq-bar every week before I go elsewhere... A full 12oz glass of JD for about 6.50 when I order a "double jack straight up". I, of course, tip about 5 bucks on that because goddamn... I get the expected response from the bartender... who notices I'm drinking a big-ass glass of bourbon without mixers and without ice... I get the customary response from nearby patrons that notice a full glass of Mr. Daniels is being poured without dilution... and wander off to drink away after smirking at both bartender and fellow patrons.There's something uniquely gratifying about having a scary, even ominous, alcohol tolerance.Had a couple more of those, then headed off to IB.Rest of the evening, synopsis unnecessary. Uneventful otherwise. (3 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Wednesday, November 19th, 2003 | |
| _6:49 pm_[eddie_offermann] |
I was just thinking how happy I am that the laws against drugs are so strict, because I know a lot of people that are sitting around saying to themselves "God... I really wish I had some drugs." but since drugs are illegal, and the laws against them so strict, they can't get any. (Comment on this) |
| Saturday, November 15th, 2003 | |
| _10:10 pm_[zoloft] |
Best beer name, ever: Entire Butt. (2 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Tuesday, November 4th, 2003 | |
| _9:06 pm_[eddie_offermann] |
Ahhhhhhhh. Beer.I'm not a big beer drinker... Some of you all by now know I'm a straight-up Jack man... But since the last weekend, I've been vaguely attempting to straighten out for a couple days. I told a friend of mine today that yesterday I sobered up after the binge and only drank a couple beers, two glasses of vodka (about 16oz total) and a quarter pint of Wild Turkey. He did a quick tally of how many shots that is and started laughing that my weekend was so crazy that doing 20-something shots of liquor was my idea of 'sobering up'. Truth be told, it didn't give me a much of a buzz, but it did make the shakes go away.And I didn't even tell him that the two glasses of vodka were 100 proof Smirnoff. (1 Comment |Comment on this) |
| _4:20 am_[jackylfan] |
Weekend... So this past week in general, the weekend in specific was interesting. At HHN at Universal, some "Scaractor" yelled "Straight Edge" at us when we went by. I wasn't drinking but some of our clan were. Straight Edge Monsters in a Haunted House?*creepy*Discussed many things about booze at the party Saturday. Later learned that my Homer-esque recollection of events was just that....heh. Current Mood: amused (Comment on this) |
| Sunday, October 26th, 2003 | |
| _2:14 am_[zoloft] |
So, lemme tell ya about Daylight Savings Time.It fuckin' sucks!The time was officially s'posed to flip back an hour at precisely 2am tonight. We left the groovy RadioSciFi shindig downtown a little after 1, so we'd have time to drop Maus at home & get to a store in time to buy beer (for those who aren't familiar w/ the particular suck that is Orlando, FL, it's illegal to sell alcohol after 2am... but remember, tonight at 2, it became 1, so we had an extra hour).Get to the grocery, make our selections, head to the checkout & are told we can't buy beer."But... it's Daylight Savings... it's 1:15, now.""No, the time won't change for another 15 minutes... it's 2:15, & we can't sell alcohol after 2."The cashier guy then explained to us that if we checked our cell phones, they'd tell us the correct time, 'cuz they change automatically. He showed us that his cell did, in fact, say 2:15. He was unmoved when JF displayed *his* cell which clearly displayed the time as 1:15. Buttcheese Cashier also didn't seem to follow us when we suggested that we wait around for 15 minutes so he could sell us beer, then (since, according to him, the time would change at 2:30, making it 1:30 again). I just *love* people who can't even follow their own "logic".Clearly, though, arguing was going to get us nowhere, so we paid for our pizza, left our poor orphaned beer behind, & hightailed it to a 7-11, where people would obviously have more sense... right?"Okay, pop quiz... it's Daylight Savings, so you can sell us beer right now, right?""No.""Why not?""It's after 2.""No, we went back an hour at 2... it's technically *before* 2 right now.""We can't sell you beer...it's not the new time yet.""Well, when *will* it be the new time?""6am.""Wacky. Are all Sevs like that?""Depends on when their shiftchange is."Now thoroughly confused, we continued on to the Sev closest to our house. We like the people who work there. They seem to like us, or at least recognize & humor us."Got a question for you, [Manager]. Can you sell us beer right now?""Absolutely! You've got 20 minutes 'till 2.""THANK YOU!"We regailed him with our tale of woe, & asked if he could fathom why people would act in such an astounding manner about time changes & the sanctity of beer sales."Ignorance."So, yeah. We finally got our beer. The lesson to be learned here, is that the farther away from home we travel, the worse things get. ;P (7 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Saturday, October 25th, 2003 | |
| _3:46 pm_[zoloft] |
Drinking responsibly is brilliant! (3 Comments |Comment on this) |
| Tuesday, October 14th, 2003 | |
| _10:52 pm_[beetlebailey] |
The Drunk Dictionary (Comment on this) |
| Monday, October 6th, 2003 | |
| _12:08 am_[jackylfan] |
Stuff. Something that pisses me off about the straight edge community is that they advertise themselves as individuals. Yet they subscribe to the group mentality to the point of depending on one another for information, substantiation, and camaraderie. If they'd bothered to study Social Psychology or (heaven forbid) sociology, they'd know this. But they assume that they know what they need to without outside aid. Outside denoting those outside their "lifestyle" choice. If only they were as honest as they make themselves out to be they'd admit this.Plus, they are often wrong, yet never admit it. As if admitting that they are wrong invalidates their "lifestyle" choice. Instead, they parry with written bullshit formulated by a group to use on an individual level, to make themselves appear intelligent.There is another problem, the fact that they often defend their own sources and try to discredit those that don't agree to theirs. Why? A source is only as good as its source, yet they try to adhere to anything that remotely substantiates their prescribed opinion. They already know what they believe, but they have to seek out any incredulous source to make them feel valid. But if you come along with a differing opinion, boy howdy, your source better be credible! Duh!The next thing is, they assume that you are wasting your mind by drinking. Yet I've never found a person who was straight edge who could match me, sober or drunk. So explain to me why I should listen to these dim witted, group minded, lackluster cerebral midgets? Current Mood:  drunk (7 Comments |Comment on this) |
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