looks like some of y’all will have a little problem next year
This happened in 2003.
During my sophomore year of college, my highschool sweetheart and I went to Amsterdam for Spring Break. He got me high on mushrooms for the first time on our last day and broke up with me after they kicked in. It was horrible. I had nowhere safe and comfortable to go and then we had a 16 hour flight home together. After that day I couldn’t sleep or eat. I was useless in class and life in general.
Finally, my friend Seamus invited my best friend and I over to a pot luck Pot Luck on 4/20. The house was crammed full of people and food. Not like chips and dip- there was a turkey, pot roast, gourmet salads, homemade pies, you name it, it was there.
At 4pm people began assembling- both themselves in comfortable positions and their equipment in all it’s detailed array. And I saw more smoking apparti than I’d ever seen before or since. Bubblers, one hitters, bongs, gravity bongs, Js, spliffs, vapes, piples, bowls, hookahs, fucking oragami shit, and every fucking blend you could dream over. At 4:10 everyone loads up and makes their last trip to the bathroom or whatever. At 4:19:50 Seamus began a countdown, and at 4:20 the air was pulled out of the house as 60 people all inhaled in unison. And as they held their collective breath, Séa yelled
“Now call your parents and wish them a Happy Easter!”
I can’t describe the sound of all those people laughing and coughing and spitting. I was too busy with it myself. And then I saw a tin of blondies. Sari handed me one. I ate another. I looked at her guiltily and dived in. We quickly destroyed the tin. She took me on a tour of the kitchen eventually and then made sure I got home and in bed.
And I slept.
Finally fed and relieved of my immense sadness for a few minutes I slept. I slept for almost 2 days.
Fucking Easter resurrection shit.