my lovely wife has always been around the herb. since she married me anyway. she has always been somewhat passive (sometimes objective) about the whole weed thing. we talked about it a bit before we left and i just told her i'd leave it up to her. for all practical purposes she's just not big on smoking anything...except....my.....anyway.
on our second day in the dam we headed to the dolphin with a space cake in mind. *i should've listened to doctor jim's advice against a space cake* we purchased the muffin along with a coke and an oj and headed down stairs. as i'm rolling myself a joint i look up at the table in front of us to realize that half of the muffin is gone and she's looking at me saying, "i don't feel anything...."
i was like, "...omg stop now!" she ended up scarfing down all but a few remnants of the muffin.
we exited the dolphin. i for one was having my dick kicked into the dirt by the sage i had purchased from tweed. we made our way back to the hotel and my wife just kept telling me...."i don't feel anything, i told you i'm immune." this is when it got cool.
we were in the hotel and this weird ass vibe came over the room. she was messing with hair and make-up and she was just mentioning how after an hour she didn't feel anything. all this time i'm thinking to myself..."she just ate almost an entire space cake, what have allowed her to do?" i KNEW she was about enter LALA land.
all at once i looked at her and said, "are you faking it?" she said, "faking what?" i said, "faking not being high." ...........................................................................................................
the rest was history. she looked at me with these weird eyes and started giggling. she's like..."omg, right when you said that i felt something, how did you do that?" i explained to her that this was the beginning and that it would hit her in waves.
sure enough the atmosphere of the room returned to normal and she said she didn't feel it anymore. 20 seconds later......
she's asking me what i thought would happen if the hotel started falling on top of us? lol
against my better judgment (which was somewhat impaired
) we went out to get something to eat. at first we were having a good time. she was high for her first time and relaying to me all of the first time high revelations. forgeting what she just said, felt like she was in a movie, trying to hold a conversation all in vane...you know...the fun stuff.while finishing our pizza on leidsestraat she started to kinda lose it though. i got us back to the hotel and she pretty much went comatose for the next 2-3 hours. i tried my best to help her through it and it was affecting me too because i felt kinda guilty for letting her get too high. she actually handled it very well and recovered by nights end.
the best thing was that she smoked with me the rest of the trip!
success! everytime she got high she would go on this chirade about why pot-heads would want to smoke and get high all the time....i was like..."i dunno why do you keep asking me to hit the joint everytime i light up now? lolhere are some before and after pics.
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