The first time my fiance did mushrooms
It wasnot the first time I had, or anybody else, but it was his. Now, bearing in mind my fiance is the most Zen person I've ever met (being raised by an aging hippy and a St Lucian Buddhist tends to do that to you), he just sat there. Smiling.

I, on the other hand couldn't decide what colour the walls were, couldn't get off the couch as it was moving backwards, had to sort of launch myself through the bathroom door (it was like it was moored to the side of the house), and the top of the stairs was really funny. Without fail, as soon as I got on the landing *BAM* I was giggling like a loon.

Our landlord (who looks like a very pierced Gimli) was mummy, looking after us all. Whilst drinking bourbon and sticking sparkly whipsnade stickers to our foreheads and telling us the animals he'd chosen for us were our spirit guides, and intermittently getting us to poke ourselves in our spirit guides. Which we wore out (had to go out for my beau's birthday) to the pub. A pub that was holding a punk night, and I mean proper punks. Skins and hawks. And in the corner a small group of hallucinating idiots, and a slightly violent dwarf.

YAY!


All ended well though, we went to a pub with a beer garden and ate their entire supply of pork scratchings.


EDIT- myself and the lad still have our spirit guides. He was a gorilla and I was a panda, if you're interested.
( Captain Wow currently being a cunt in Infamous, Wed 21 Dec 2005, 9:29, Reply)