can we get a erowid like summary of the trip please?
Erowid is new to me. I'll give you a summary, but I might do it wrong.
My Girlfriend and I ate two hits in the early afternoon. This was the same acid we ate at burning man, though only one hit at a time there. Sometimes it's difficult to tell how hard you're tripping at burning man, because it's such a crazy scene on its own. There was no doubt that we were tripping at BM. It seemed like good acid, but not mind blowing. Lots and lots of laughing. Painful smile-muscles by the end of the day.
So anyway, two hits and I got on my penny farthing and Allison on her fuzzy Falcor bike and we rode to the lake, about 8 downhill blocks. It was a beautiful day, and we basked in the sun and smacked the badminton birdy around until things started really kicking in. We got back on the bikes and took two big laps around the lake. First time on the penny farthing while tripping was a revelation. That extra bit of height really feels great.
After two laps around the lake, we weren't feeling fit for public consumption and we rode the grueling uphill roads back home. I do not like the feeling of being out of breath on acid. We were tremendously relieved that our nice 70-something-year-old neighbor-lady who was sitting on the porch was on the phone and, therefor, couldn't talk to us. That would have been sketchy.
After what felt like an hour of catching our breaths and not feeling like we were having cardiac events of some sort, we put on abbey road and lied in bed. Whipits for God knows how long. Two and a half rounds of super-weird sex. Like, where you're drifting back from some other thought/reality, and you're like, hey, am I having sex? Er, I think so. How long has this been going on? Etc. Fun stuff. I think the computer got stuck on Her Majesty for some reason. I remember A LOT of Her Majesty. Isn't that song like 20 seconds long?
Laughed about that weirdness for awhile, and sat outside for some sun. I remember checking my phone for a text message and finding it incomprehensible. The phone, not the text message. There was way too much depth to it, like I felt like I had to navigate the screen in three dimensions. There seemed to be a lot going on, there. I remember saying something about how much my phone seemed to be taking on, and wondering how it got the energy.
Things seemed to be mellowing out a little bit, with some ability to follow reality. We decided to watch Mirrormask. Not much to say, it was beautiful and creepy and stunning. I said "what the fuck?" about eleventy-two times.
Night fell. We were still tripping pretty hard, but we had to be at a movie/bonfire party at a friends house, since we basically set the whole thing up. Made it there, felt like a social retard for 90 minutes or so before the movie started. Watched The American Astronaut, one of my favorite movies. I was pretty fully coherent by the time it was over. Nice socializing for an hour or so, and home.
Definitely a top 3 or 4 acid experience. I'm not good at all at describing the visual/psychological quality of a trip. I see people get all into that, but it eludes me.
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