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.
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.
Well, it does handle the munchies.
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?
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.”