The book of questions, Volume 106
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Friday is The Book of Questions Day around these parts. Today’s query comes from the aptly titled book “The Book of Questions” by Gregory Stock, Ph.D.
And here it is, Question 37.
What was your best experience with drugs or alcohol? Your worst experience?
I’m going to assume we’re talking about illegal drugs although I’ve had my share of prescription drugs. I tried marijuana twice in college — once in someone’s dorm room and once in the kitchen at Arby’s after closing. I was truly amazed at the manager’s ingenuity in creating a cardboard bong while standing behind a stack of hamburger buns.
She gathered her supplies — a cardboard tube from a roll of paper towels, a piece of aluminum foil and a lighter — and set about her work. After cutting a small hole out of the top of the tube she made a well out of the aluminum foil and placed it in the hole. I
stood
mesmerized watching
my manager create
a bong
out of a
paper towel roll and
aluminum foil. That’s when she sprinkled some marijuana into the well and produced a flame from the lighter. Then that she gave me a quick tutorial on how to handle the makeshift bong.
With my left hand I held the end of the tube in place against my mouth by putting my palm over the opening. With my right hand I used the lighter to fire up the marijuana. Then I sucked the smoke in and held my breath.
Both times the bong was passed among people so maybe I didn’t get enough but I didn’t really feel anything. All I really remember is having dry eyes. Maybe I chuckled a bit more the second time.
I don’t know; it wasn’t good or bad.
Now onto the worst experience. I do recall, in college, vomiting in the bathroom of Olga’s Kitchen. Good times.
I’m pretty sure I had two Long Island Iced Teas which — as I recall — were served in a huge glass. I’d guess it was at least 12 to 16 ounces and my tolerance was low. Plus there’s a lot of alcohol in a Long Island Iced Tea and no iced tea.
I never did that again.
Tags: Things on which I have an opinion, Things that are definitely not cool
I already commented on this. What’s happening with your system?
I uninstalled Disqus and now all of those comments are gone. I’m going to have to add them back in manually because they were too good to lose.
I can’t believe you asked this question. And yet …. I find myself answering. To my recollection the most fun I can remember is (many many many years ago) being out with three other girlfriends and sneaking magic mushrooms into our pizza. THEN we went to the local strip club (women strippers, men didn’t do those kind of things in public places yet), and have a grand time because none of the men could actually believe that women would come into a strip club.
To counter balance that, I also remember my worst experience. The evening I discovered that one small square of hash brownies was more than enough – even for an unquentiable sweet-tooth like mine.
I got very paranoid, and thought I was never going to be ‘normal’ again.
I’m not proud of the stupid things I did when I was in my early twenties ( like the first time I bought drugs (hash) I wrote a cheque), but these are the things that makes us who we are today.
LJ, I am absolutely floored at your answer. Floored, sister. Wow, you were a wild child!
I also love the fact that YOU WROTE A CHEQUE for hash! That. Is. Awesome!
you’re good. i wondered how you got the comments back when i know if you delete disqus, your comments go bye-bye. you. are. good! applause.
Thank you.
Thank you very much, she said as she took a bow after giving a flourishing wave of her hand.
My best experience with drugs was after smoking some wacky tobaccy. We went out for Chinese food (best I’ve ever had) and then back to the house for some Sensual Seduction. This may have been the day I was sperminated.
The worst was a few years later when the father of a baby I used to babysit gave me some weed in addition to the payment because I had given his son a haircut (because his hair was bothering ME) and made him look “all lined up and shit”.
I was extremely paranoid. I was freaking the eff out. I was smart enough to go next door to get my cousin to come stay with me until I came down. It felt like it took forever. I ate an entire pan of brownies. Haven’t touched the stuff since, LOL.
I had to Google wacky tobaccy! *Never* heard that term but now I love it. And then I thought Sensual Seduction was some sort of tea. Yeah, I wear my dork vest proudly, jack.
You are killing me Angelika. You gave the kid a haircut because it was bothering you, the dad was happy about it and then he gave you some weed as a tip! I can see him counting out some tens, handing them over then putting his index finger in the air to indicate, “Wait! Wait just a minute.”
And then, from his back pocket, he hands over a clear baggie with a yellow twist tie. “Thanks for lining the boy’s head up and shit.”
Excellent answer!
LMFAO! @ your visual.
Wacky Tobaccy is an old phrase. Probably older than me.
I didn’t want to come right out and say “Then I had sex”, so I thought of a more poetic way to put it. ;-p
I can still remember cutting the baby’s hair. He was about 6 mos old. You know how some people don’t want to cut their baby’s hair before a year old? But I didn’t care. I saw the boy more than his parents did, LOL. I just waited ’til he went to sleep and cut it. He did look better, LOL.
Every time I see Wacky Tobaccy it makes me think of Laffy Taffy. I think that’s why I like it so much. Remember those trading cards that used to come with a pack of gum? They advertised products but changed the name slightly then provided a crazy photo to go with the new product.
That’s what Wacky Tobaccy makes me think of.
Shows you how innovative you are — when you said you cut his hair, I imagined you sitting him in your lap and cutting it while he was awake. I’m sure the kid would have had a bunch of band-aids on his head if I were the one cutting it.
That is why I waited for him to go to sleep. He was a baby, he wouldn’t have been able to sit still. ;-)
I do have occasional flashes of brilliance, although they occur less frequently these days.
I would need several blog posts to answer that question
(Sniffs the air a few times) Do you smell that, jessica? That smells like a challenge, my friend.
1. I didn’t hate disqus.
2. I’m awake. I just wanted to say Hi!
3. Ya know, me still being up at 5:01.
4. Hi!
8. I just realized I was hoping it was a weekday so I’d be all up on it. So yeah, I’m going to bed now.
Liz I had to double check the calendar to see if today was actually September 12 since you beat me this morning! I slept in and got up at 6:09.
Now you totally beat my ass with a stick since you never went to sleep and you’re still making sense.
Although I’m wondering what happened to numbers five, six and seven. Unless that 8. is a smiley face that’s sorta tired. If it is, that’s cool! If it isn’t, it’s still cool that I was able to metaphorically sit with you while you zoned out for a minute there.
I was pretty coherent for being up 21 hours, wasn’t I? And hammered.
That was some good ass sleep I had this morning. Til my damn dogs started whining a 2pm. Effers.
Yes you were coherent, sister and I’m quite impressed, I must say.
Are my kids reading this?? Ahem. I NEVER did drugs or alcohol until I was 21. And then I NEVER did drugs. Ever.
(Are they gone?) I tried pot a couple of times and hash I think once or twice. Didn’t like it. I don’t like feeling of being out of control.
As for alcohol, we drank when I was a freshman in high school. We had a gym locker crammed with the stuff for a swim party at the school. Can’t believe I did THAT! Yikes. That said–it was much easier and accepted for kids to party back in the day. I mean, you could stand outside a liquor store and convince someone to buy you booze. Now they arrest you for that.
I don’t have a favorite memory of booze–but let’s just say we had some wild parties in high school and a few in college. I think I was more crazy in high school than college, believe it or not. It scares me when I think of what we did.
Now I’m wondering what my kids are doing!!
Uhhh. No. Your kids are not reading this and if they do it will become white text so they won’t be able to read it anyway.
How do you take hash? Do you smoke it, drink it, eat it? Damn, I *never* drank in high school; I was never even *offered* a drink in high school.
Thank you, CG, for ditching disqus. Maybe I’m just not about change, but I didn’t like how choppy the comments were here. I love the cool flow of the old way. I am a happy girl now. :)
OMG! I totally forgot about the time I was 13 and went to my BFF’s house. Her mother had a wine cellar. Laura said “You can’t open a bottle and drink some of it. She’ll notice that. But she won’t notice a whole bottle gone.”
So I drank the whole bottle. Then we walked around the neighborhood visiting friends.
Then I went home. My mother made me wash the dishes. I threw up in the garbage can. She made me finish the dishes and take out the garbage and then I went to bed.
I never got it trouble for that, LOL. She and my father discussed it and decided the sickness I felt was lesson enough. I didn’t even find that out until my late 20s or early 30s and it was my brother told me about that. “Remember that time you got drunk?” I thought they didn’t know!!!! LOL. So stupid.
To this day I can’t stand the taste of wine. Half a beer or Smirnoff Twisted used to knock me out. I’m not much of a drinker. I do not like the taste of alcohol.
@Lin You were right. It wasn’t workin’ out so it’s time to go back to the tried and true.
@Angelika Damn woman. You were *13* at the time? An entire bottle of wine? Wow.
I’m baaaaaaack, CG! And you didn’t even do a poll today! I just have more than two and a half minutes this morning! I’m using way, way too many exclamation points!
Anyway, I had a suitemate in college that did shrooms. They. Stank. Like. Hell. We didn’t share a room but our rooms were connected by a bathroom and the smell eventually drifted to my room after a bit. I finally started hanging out in my friends’ dorm just to avoid the stench. It was nauseating.
Alcohol? Well, I have to say, Long Island Teas are pretty much my favorite drink, although I must admit my tolerance for alcohol has gone down a bit since having babies. In college I could drink the frat guys under the table and still be sober enough to laugh at them as they stumbled around drunk. Now I’m buzzed after about two glasses of wine or LI Teas. My only guess is that pregnancy must’ve altered my body chemistry permanently somehow.
Sweep the Leg, Soonerchick is back! Yay for Soonerchick!
Hmm, sounds like it’s time for a poll, eh? I’ll put my thinking cap on. Shrooms, eh? I’ve definitely heard of those, but I’ve never seen one and I don’t know how to use it. Smoke it, drink it, grind it, bake it?
Wow, I don’t think I ever knew a chick in college who could drink a guy under the table. That’s impressive, SC.
I have so little to share. Although, there would be some who would be shocked that I ever tried it. The closest I came to the drugs, was a moment’s hesitation when my friends asked me to light their refer on the walk home (I walked home from school every day with the PASTOR”S DAUGHTER from the Lutheran Church that was across the street from my dad’s church). I felt so guilty about even hesitating that I confessed it to my church friends almost immediately. Repentance is so good for the soul!
As for alcohol. I have NEVER had the slightest bit of interest. Hate the stuff. But … right after college, I went to Switzerland to visit a guy friend from college. He wanted to go out to the bars and he encouraged me to try it, even if it was only a sip. I wanted to please him. I could only get a sip, before almost retching – yuck! – and he drank the rest of my lager. He was disappointed. I think he was dead sure he could turn me into a drinker. Now that would be a challenge for anyone.
Since I married a man whose brother was an alcoholic, I assumed that meant liquor would never find its way into our house. Sadly, I was wrong, although my husband insists that he only drinks for the health purposes (and I have NEVER seen him drunk). He drinks wine with dinner and will occasionally buy a four pack of beer.
I still say, YUCK! Just don’t understand the appeal of the taste or the experience of being not in control of your body or senses.
I think it’s cool that you have very little to share. Isn’t it always the pastor’s daughter/son who rebel crazily? Katy Perry is a pastor’s kid.
Definitely alcohol is an acquired taste. I’ve always hated beer but I like wine coolers and I do like a fuzzy navel now and again. But even a small one knocks me on my ass.
My husband is a PK.
Took me a bit to figure out that PK = preacher’s kid.
Hmm…
Never
Uhhh…. I figured you were a straight shooter, Steve (winks.)
Holy crap, I hate this new commenting system – just sayin’ – it’s a piece o’ crap. :)
Now that that is out of the way…
Never did drugs. Hell, one time I took 2 (TWO) extra strength robaxacet (sic?) and my depth perception got all distorted – I was basically stoned.
As for drinking: I only got drunk to the point of being sick ONCE in my life. That was the worst. Never again. Best – every other time I’ve been drunk :)
Alright, I’m finding some glitches that I don’t like either, most notably that I cannot add an image to my replies. I tried to award the Gold Star of the Day and nothing. Instead it showed the code and. That. Is. Wrong.
So now I am copying and pasting the comments from this post back in. Grr. See there? Change *is* bad.
Now onto your comment:
What is Robaxacet? It sounds like a disease that robots get when the battery begins to corrode.
First, how do I get my own picture on here instead of the generic shoes? Not that I don’t love the shoes, but I’m much prettier than the sole of a Chuck Taylor :)
Now, for the questions. My best experience was with both drugs AND alcohol, although I’ve never tried anything illegal (never had a desire). A couple years ago I was on Vicodin for a torn muscle, and my roommate offered me a chocolate stout beer so I drank it, forgetting that I’d taken a Vicodin about 30 minutes prior.
It was the only time during that entire torn muscle incident that I actually slept through the night. (I tore the muscle coughing because I had this nasty respiratory thing, so until that went away the muscle couldn’t heal, and it didn’t go away for MONTHS. I think it was a good 4 months after I tore it before I could sit up on my own without having Kevin help me.)
My worst experience was, hands-down … well, no. I had two worsts, and they were equal. They were both alcohol, but since I don’t have a bad drugs story I’m subbing in an extra booze one.
The first was my senior year of college, after a guy I’d been totally smitten with cheated on me with a “friend” of mine. I’m one of those people who can’t eat at all when I get depressed, so when my girls decided to take me out to make me feel better, those 5 tequila sunrises hit HARD. I ended up puking out my friend’s car window (and it would only roll halfway down, so I made rather a mess — luckily it was all just straight liquid) and then my roommate tried to get me to throw up in the toilet but I refused, and apparently insisted that I would use the bathtub.
So I spent the night with my head hung over the edge of the bathtub, and at one point I was cold so I pulled my towel down on top of me. At some point I managed to get up, IM my project partner that I was going to have to push our meeting back a few hours the next day, get myself into my pajamas that my roommate had laid out for me, and pass out in my bed.
The next bad night was Cinco de Mayo 2006. It was a very similar night except for the puking out the car window, I refrained from that this time. Although instead of having just been dumped, I ate Chipotle for dinner and then did a bunch of shots of tequila (I lost count after about 5).
I can no longer eat Chipotle or drink tequila (which is sad, it was my liquor of choice for a long time). But this was only about 6 months into my relationship with Kevin and he had never seen me wasted, I’m surprised he stuck around.
I remember sitting on the floor of the bathroom, naked, trying to get my eyes to focus on a magazine (Men’s Health, with Sawyer from “Lost” on the cover) because I thought if I could read something, the room would stay still.
It didn’t.
Oy. I was using Disqus and ended up changing my mind. So naturally all of those comments disappeared from this post. However, I do have the emails that arrived when you folks left comments. So I’m copying and pasting.
Basically you have to go to Gravatar.com to register a photo to your email address. So if you don’t want the monster just register the email address you’ll use over here and then that photo will show up every time you comment.
And just for the record, you are definitely prettier than the sole of a Converse shoe.
Back to your cuh-razy drinking stories. I love that you remember — in detail — the cover of the Men’s Health magazine with Sawyer on the cover.
Weelll, your worst alcohol story is something I’ve done all over the Eastern US. Puke and rally, baby. Hell, I’ve done it twice in one day and still kept going til 3am.
My worst alcohol story is when some guy was giving me a piggy back ride because I couldn’t stumble fast enough to suit everyone, and he dropped me on my FACE! You can still see some gravel stuck in my lip and it chipped a tooth. AND it ruined my fave jacket, fave fave jacket because I got blood ALL over it.
Marijuana? Three times. I just get really sleepy and thirsty.
Coke? Three times. And that’s prob it. It’s too damn fun.
Best partying? Staying up in Vegas gambling and drinking for 24 hours the night you get there. We’re just so psyched to be there. It is by far my favorite thing to do.
But I think booze is the shit. And tomorrow’s Gameday!!!! I’m getting so drunk tomorrow.
Liz, you sucker punched me with your first line:
Weelll, your worst alcohol story is something I’ve done all over the Eastern US. Puke and rally, baby.
That is why you have earned yourself the Gold Star of the Day, gingah!
Okay, this is the sole reason why I dumped Disqus. I have to be able to award Gold Stars and they MUST show up in the comment form.
So I’ve kicked that bitch to the curb. And now you have your shiny Gold Star. The Gold Star that you should have had yesterday, Liz.
Oh look at it shine. I love that star.
Yes! My star!
Though it sucks that’s how the whole system had to be scrapped, but we need the star. It’s just that important.
And I had my first beer at 11:15 yesterday morning, and my last at 4am this morning. With no puking, it was a helluva day.
Damn straight. I will not tolerate the lack of a gold star. Un. Accept. Able.
I think we had the same experience with marijuana — didn’t do much for me. Or maybe I didn’t inhale enough. I wasn’t impressed and it made me cough. I guess I’m just not much of a smoker.
I’ve had my share of alcohol experiences that left me examining the toilet at close range. It’s safe to say I’m older and wiser and know my limits now. I don’t like the lack of control either.
Ally
I do remember trying to choke that stuff back into my lungs. I’m not a smoker either and I wonder if I had, uh, practiced I would have felt more of a high. Oh well.
Worst time: when i started anti-depressants and disregarded the “DO NOT CONSUME EXCESS AMOUNTS OF ALCOHOL” label.
Best time: almost every other time.
I’ve never done drugs though, so I can only vouch for alcohol.
“Best time: almost every other time.”
Pretty much.
I’m happy to say beyond that Olga’s Kitchen experience I knew when to stop drinking in order to avoid vomiting. But it’s sort a rite of passage, don’t you think?
Everyone has to drink so much you puke at least once.
I didn’t drink until I was 18. (Drinking age in WI was 18 at the time). And I’ve never done illegal drugs.
Are the kids out of the room? The drinking thing is true. My Dad bought me my first beer. PBR. To this day I hate that brand.
Worst drinking experience, might be the time a friend of mine came up from WI and we went to El Jardin. I had at least 5 of their jumbo margaritas. (And their margaritas are kick ass strong.) Then we started doing shots of tequila. All I remember is being poured into a cab and then next morning wondering where my car was. (It was still at El Jardin.)
Weed…I smoked a few times in my 20′s. Then more recently. Did you know that if you smoke too much you can either pass out or puke? Yeah, I didn’t know that.
The almost passing out one, my friend kept asking me if I was ok. I was like, I’m fine. But she kept asking. And I kept saying I was ok.
Next thing you know I said I’m not ok and trying not to fall before I find a place to lie down. I didn’t pass out completely, but it was close.
Another time, the puke time, I must have inhaled a lot more than I ever did before and I kept saying I didn’t feel well. Everything was spinning, I felt nauseous.
Next thing you know I’m puking my guts out and my friend is trying not to laugh her ass off.
Ahhh yes. The 18-year-old drinking age. I was too young for that but I do recall going to Canada when I was 19 because the drinking age was… anyone? Anyone?
Yes, 19.
Can’t say I’ve ever had so much to drink that I couldn’t find my car.
I had no clue that you could pass out from too much mary j. Man, you truly learn something new every single day. At least I do.
Trust me on the passing out thing. That’s only once, and it was terribly embarrassing.
My best night out drinking was that New Year’s Eve I wrote about on my blog where my last bar stop I was wearing at least 3 party hats (1 paper fez, and 2 tiaras. One facing forwards and one backwards, of course) and a ton of leis. I was a walking NYE party and everyone at that last bar had to come and say hi to the party and buy me a drink. I stumbled home, walking all the way from the bar to my parent’s house, still wearing most of my NYE party goods. (Some people traded me drinks for some leis.) Thank goodness none of my parent’s neighbors saw me. I was a sight. Lol!
I love the image of a fez surrounded by two tiaras — front and back. Awesome.
Long Island Iced-Teas are impossible to drink without getting sick! I feel your pain!
I swear I haven’t had another one since college. Although not because I have a bad memory of them, I just know they’re so full of alcohol I’d pass out after just one.
Hola CG!
I think you all are a bunch of sissies! I find it hard to believe that none of your are potheads! I used to be! I smoked. I inhaled. I got high! And I liked it! I would still be doing it today if it was legal which I am hoping will happen! If it passes in CA, I’m packing my bags!
My worst experience drinking was about 20 years ago when my girlfriends bought me two lemon drops for my birthday and I drank them on an empty stomach. I spent the next 3 hours in the bathroom of Eastside Charlies. Everyone was very nice to me. They brought me Vernors and handed me wet paper towels under the door. It was awful!
Mucho Smooches!
Have you ever known a stoner who was a boozer?
Because marijuana doesn’t settle well with me, but I’ve had 20 tall boys in one evening.
Is it one or the other?
@Val Look at you, Val! Way. To. Own. It! Didn’t you worry about getting busted for buying it? I always wondered how you found a reliable dealer.
Oy, it’s so hard to find a good drug dealer these days, isn’t it?
@Liz So that’s an either/or proposition?
Yeah, it just seems they don’t mix well.
Hola CG,
And this may make me sound like a square but I’ve never had an illegal drug experience outside of getting a contact high from the people around me who were smoking mary jane. That being said I’ve woken up on the wrong side of a drunken night a few times. All ended with me on the floor blessing the porcelain god. You would think I would learn.
So my best and worse experience was one in the same. At my 2009 New Years Eve party off my ass drunk but what did happen I revealed my feelings for 21 Jump Street that I’d been hiding for years. It was good to get it off my chest. The down side to that, I think I threw up my liver the next morning and I needed my little brother to drive me home.
Hey, nothing wrong with that. I can’t imagine I’d be brave enough to do anything more than marijuana. I’m actually curious to know what cocaine and LSD are like, but I just know I’d die a horrible death the first time I tried either one.
Awesome that you were able to profess your love for 21 Jump Street. I never did watch that show but I thought the name was cool. Was Johnny Depp in that?
I remember being a freshman in HS and getting in to alcohol with my best friend. We were pretty drunk. Walked to 7-11 to get SuzyQ’s and all I remember is
1. The woman at the counter asking if I was on roller skates… I believe I was VERY wobbly and
2. Seeing my friend vomit SuzyQ’s later and me thinking “coooool!” My two oldest sons are in HS. I need to worry.
I wonder if the SuzyQ’s made vomiting easier by absorbing most of the alcohol. My sister swore vomiting was easier after eating some Oreos. That’s disgusting and I have no idea why she knows that and/or why she would share that.
I’ve never experimented with that, though.
never tried any drugs, but i did try a ciggy once, but i didn’t inhale, baby. nope. ha! heck, i can’t stand smelling like anything but funk from exercising or not washing for days or perfume/skin so soft. those are my two alternating smells.
since we’re talking drugs. picture it: at the kitchen table. kid says what’s steroids. i tell her. she says, are you on steroids? WTF, cg. huh. do i look like i’m on steroids. WTH? i should have asked if she was on drugs, but i didn’t. i’m a lady.
drinking experience. i got drunk during work hours once. had too many mudslides at lunch. came back though and did a lot of work. i also vomited in the bathroom. i swore never to do that again, and i haven’t. the last time i had a drink was when i met kathy and meleah.
Oh! I tried a cigarette in fourth or fifth grade and coughed my head off. I can still remember the girl who gave it to me — Laura Ritchie. I wonder if she’s a smoker today.
Laughed my HEAD OFF when you said your kid asked you if you were on steroids! Love. That!
Get out of here! You got drunk at WORK? No chance I’d have to guts to get hammered at work. And then you vomited in your suit in the bathroom?
Nice.
I have too many best AND worst times to mention. Well, I’ve written about a few of them on my blog:)
You know that means I’ll be rooting through your archives, right?
I tried marijahookie when I was 18 and can’t say it did much for me..although I did think I saw fish in a tree when camping!
Alcohol was beer..about 17..ohmygoddidifeelsick! sick sick sick. I was at my best friends and had six beers..and was throwing up everywhere. My friend convinced her mum to call my mum and say because it was raining she couldn’t drive me home =/ so of course my mum said it was fine and she would send one of my brothers to pick me up. I still remember them stopping several times for me to throw up and I will never forget the look on my mothers face when she saw me as I stumbled inside lol.
Oh and I have a funny, crazy story about the only other time I ever touched drugs..when I was in my 30′s..once…but I can’t write of it incase my kids stumble across this some time..they’d never let me live it down!
Yay, Becca’s here!
Yuck on all the vomiting. Although, I’m starting to think that’s the way to teach a teenager the downside of drinking.