Where The Trees At
January 6th, 2007I don’t really like smoking weed, but every once in a while I’m in the mood to hit up the chronic. Unfortunately, immediately after smoking I remember why I don’t smoke regularly.
I’m up in San Francisco for the weekend, and yesterday, after a busy day, I took some business associates out for a night tour of Alcatraz. The tour was pretty creepy, but the best part was the ferry ride out to the island during sunset. From the top level of the ferry in the middle of the bay, you can see the entire San Francisco skyline, and it was a perfectly clear day (no fog), which made it a pretty amazing sight.
The problem was that by the time I got on the ferry to depart for Alcatraz, I was pretty stoned off some weed that was described to me as ’some bomb shit,’ and my trip made the Alcatraz audio tour pretty scary. At first blazing and checking out the sunset on the top of a ferry and then getting scared at Alcatraz sounded like a pretty good idea (not my idea), but once I got high, I started hearing some crazy echoes and giggling while getting lost in D-Block. Another blunt was burned outside on the dock at Alcatraz, which made my evening even more trippy. I kind of started freaking out and while walking through the hospital at Alcatraz, I wished that I had not blazed the magnificent Cali greens.
So that was my ‘Oh yeah, that’s why I don’t smoke!’ experience. I’ll be good for another few weeks. Actually, it could have been much worse. Being stoned and on the Rock was a pretty trippy and creepy experience, but I guess that is how it’s supposed to be.
After dinner last night, we ended up blazing up a little more and checking out some excellent deep house music out at DNA Lounge until about 4am. Relatively uneventful, but I danced my ass off for a solid six hours.
Tonight, well, I have a feeling some crazy stuff is going to go down. I’m not sure exactly what this crazy stuff is, though. Perhaps CraigsList hookers. No one knows.