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Mud, rubbish sex, food poisoning and the Quo replacing the headline act you've mortgaged your house to see. Tell us your experiences

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(, Thu 4 Jun 2009, 13:33)
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Reading Festival, baked as a kite
Time, alcohol, marijuana and the similarly awesome experience of the past four years have dulled my ol’ noggin and I can’t remember which year this occurred at. I want to say 2006.

In what has become a tradition for me at Reading festival, I took some time on the first night to get completely lost around the campsites when I was pissed and befriend some randoms. If you’re there this year and some tall cunt in glasses called Matt sits with you and shoots the shit, give me a beer. Cheers.

Anyway, I sat with some randoms, none of whom I can now remember, and we drank and talked and listened to music and laughed, as you do at Reading. After some time a dreadlocked individual came bearing gifts – Marijuana Cookies, £2 each or £5 for three. He assured me that they were made with über-strong skunk.

“Bollocks,” thought I, handing him a fiver. Aided by beer munchies I devoured the lot and had half of someone else’s. Having said my goodbyes, I left about 30 minutes after this and figured, not feeling high at all, that I’d been conned. Ah well, I’ve lost a fiver on worse things. I met up with my mates and Iain revealed that he, too, had bought and eaten three cookies from this guy. Small world, thought I. “Fancy a burger,” slurred I.

So Iain and I, beers in hand, meandered off, pissed as farts. A glorious row of food vans were available to us and we happened to go before the first to get a burger and chips. Easy enough, no?

Now, the thing is with eating Mary J – it’s very different to a smoke. When you smoke it you get the hit pretty instantly. When you eat it, it takes about an hour or more but it hits about four times harder. Iain and I were unaware of this fact and were really only just starting our experience of illicit herbs – we were lightweights.

Iain attempted his order: “Alright mate. Can I get a… haha, sorry. Can I get a cheeseburger an- hahahaha, hahaha. Fuck, hahaha, sorry, can I get that and hahahahahahahahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

Between gales of laughter, tears streaming down his cheeks, he waved me on to take his place in the queue as he held his sides and struggled to stand through hysterical belly laughs. I was already laughing at this when it struck me.

“Yeah, sorry about that. Can you get me a cheeseburger with chips and HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

For a good few minutes the patient burger vendor attempted to retrieve this information from our drug-addled brains but every time we went to speak, nothing emerged but the laugh. It was the hardest I have ever laughed. Occasionally Iain would calm down and attempt to order for both of us before the sight of me creasing up would set him off again and vice versa.

Eventually we gave up and took a breather. We calmed down and went to the next vendor – no fucking way were we going back to the guy we’d just died in front of.

“Hi mate, I’d like a hot dog and a oh haha fuck hahahahaHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!”

We spent an hour making our way down every single food van with breathers in between. Every time we thought we’d conquered it, the laugh attacked again. Eventually it turned into “hi mat-HAHAHAHAHA, haha, hahahaha just forget it, hahahahaHAHAHAHA!”

When it wore off we each got a giant Yorkshire Pudding. It were mint.
(, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 1:37, 8 replies)
gave me an office 'hahahahaha'


for me though, when i eat that stuff it can take up to several hours to hit. then everything just melts. good times. ^_^
(, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 7:53, closed)
I did similar in Oz with cookies from Nimbin

Laughing in sympathy
(, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 8:35, closed)
bin in Nimbin
Yeah. remember getting some cookies during the day that where just perfect, an hour or so and of to giggle land.. but then some stronger cake later in the evening that made the worst night of my life with what felt like every possible human emotion/feeling crashing in at once. Never experienced anything like that related to weed before or since..
(, Tue 9 Jun 2009, 9:28, closed)
This is superb.
The bleak and disorientating side of pot trips receives far too much media coverage, so it's lovely to read about the happy side for a change, not least because that's what it's actually like most of the time.
(, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 9:49, closed)
So true
The only time I've had a negative experience on weed, alcohol was most involved also.
(, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 14:09, closed)
I'm actually sat here with tears streaming down my face after reading this, and my kids staring at me in complete bewilderment on the sofa like I'm some sort of complete loon...

(, Fri 5 Jun 2009, 14:34, closed)
It's often tedious
to read accounts of other people's drug experiences. 'You had to be there', generally.

But I was with you all the way on this one. Nicely told! *click*
(, Sun 7 Jun 2009, 1:09, closed)
Hash Cakes FTW!!
Had one when in Amsterdam a while back, absolutely awesome. The way it just hits you like a brick wall (at least it felt like it at the time) and then you dissolve in hysterics with (facial) cheeks that hurt from all the smiling and laughing...good times.
(, Wed 10 Jun 2009, 18:04, closed)

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