Wednesday, June 4, 2014

Bad Trip

Maureen Dowd got stoned in Denver and writes about it.

The caramel-chocolate flavored candy bar looked so innocent, like the Sky Bars I used to love as a child.

Sitting in my hotel room in Denver, I nibbled off the end and then, when nothing happened, nibbled some more. I figured if I was reporting on the social revolution rocking Colorado in January, the giddy culmination of pot Prohibition, I should try a taste of legal, edible pot from a local shop.

What could go wrong with a bite or two?

Everything, as it turned out.

That explains a lot.

4 barks and woofs on “Bad Trip

  1. Good thing she wasn’t turned loose with a fifth of Jack Daniels and no instructions! I suppose we’re meant to take this seriously and be a little horrified but on the other hand I thought Maureen Dowd knew everything and everything. 🙂

    I do seriously question packaging marijuna as candy or bakery items.

  2. Isn’t that just a vision? Don’t you wish you’d been a fly on the wall? What do you suppose the couple in the next room thought of her rocketing from wall to wall?

  3. There is a routine Liz Torres used to perform: she played Maria Callas as a girl from the Bronx, attending Carmen at Covent Garden (where Leontyne Price beat her for the role), throwing a party for all and sundry beforehand – and discovering far too late that Ms. Price is a chocoholic, after Ms. Callas’ pan of pot brownies has been completely consumed. The shift to Ms. Price onstage, beginning the classic aria – just when the buzz hits her – is hysterical.

    I suspect, from what little reading of MoDo’s article I could stomach, that she had a similar experience following similar “overindulgence.”

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