Re: Tributes, music, boating, and Lemon Haze
Posted: Sat 8th Oct 2016 02:44 pm
that was a great read. Looking forward to the next instalment.
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Thanks very much. Glad the humour comes through, as you've noticed, it's supposed to be sniggersome in a deadpan sort of way. Did you get any funny looks at the airport?free_phil_spector wrote:This is great. I've just got back and I'm sat here completely slashed off the nepalese i ate at schiphol, reading this and laughing my tits off. Sterling work mate!
Thanks Winnie, the next instalment will be along shortly, we're about halfway through.winnie wrote:that was a great read. Looking forward to the next instalment.
Hey Danny, the Silver Haze and the Jamaican wasn't my stash, so I can't be 100% sure, but I did check with my mate what we were smoking and that's what he says... Do you have reason to believe otherwise? I want to be as accurate as possible!danny211204 wrote:Are you sure the silver haze and the jamiacan was from voyagers??? i think you have got mixed up.
I agree with most of it you put it just so well, really!modellista wrote: [...]
In common with most enthusiasms, while there’s practically limitless talk about the peripheral issues of weed - supply, price, flavour, genetics - people don’t talk much about actually doing it. Is it actually a very pleasant experience? Here’s my take on it. Being drunk on alcohol removes inhibitions, increases confidence, makes everything feel achievable. Being stoned on weed is pretty much the reverse. Inhibitions increase - stoners are generally quiet. It makes the mundane seem mountainous, the day-to-day seem daunting, which in turn reduces one’s confidence in performing humdrum tasks. Anxieties that can, under normal circumstances, be pushed to the back of the mind, come to the fore and demand attention. Both are false states, yet arguably it’s more pleasant to be made to feel like Superman rather than Softy Walter.
These are my thoughts, sat in the Bird, waiting for our order to be taken. “Where is the waiter? It’s been ages now. I’ve got to spend the entire weekend sat in places like this across the table with these two guys. What will we talk about? We’ve only just met up and we’re not talking now. It’s going to be a long weekend. I feel really stoned. I don’t think I should smoke any more. I’m not getting a beer, just a sparkling water, got to pace myself. My mouth is really dry. Where is that waiter?!”
So where the image of weed-smokers is of chilled-out, carefree souls with nary a concern in the world, for me at least, the opposite is true. There is a certain amplification due to the absence from home and family, but it’s catalysed by the weed. It’s an intense feeling - not entirely negative by any means, but certainly a magnification of one’s semi-subconscious, so it all depends what lurks there. The antidote? Alcohol. It calms the nerves and takes the edge off the self-critical internal monologue. It’s not the done thing in certain circles, but it certainly helps me and my buddies on this trip. And also perhaps CBD, of which I probably should have got some juice and kept in a vaper to potentially balance the THC. I good idea which I didn’t follow through on.
ple, it slowly dawns on me that everything is fine. The alarm bells recede into the distance, and we settle in for the weekend.[...]