Lovely

What a lovely weekend we had.

Probably because we seem to be inundated with gear now and spent the best part of the weekend off our faces. Which was nice.

Mind you, we did have some veeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeery strong weed that hit us quite hard. In fact, on every occassion we smoked it, either C or D threw a Whitey at some point. Odd whiteys too. In that they hit hard and fast, yet faded away pretty quickly (Which is always good as it allows you to get back in the game!) although we both had to fling ourselves onto the bed during the respective whiteys after almost passing out on the toilet. What a way to go that would be eh...

D almost went on Sunday. We were around a friends house (Friend? Dealer more like) watching the Chelsea vs Man Utd match, drinking beer and smoking more gear when D began to throw a whitey. The room was packed with strangers, was pretty hot with the heating blasting out, we were all slumped on sofas and the like, and D began to feel the blood drain from, and a sheen of sweat appear on, his face about 10 minutes before the match ended.

Our host discreetly opened a window behind him to let some cool air in, while C summoned up some strength from somewhere to fetch a cool glass of water as D tried to focus on the football (Can't really remember much of the match other than it was a better result for Chelsea). By the time the final whistle went D had managed to regain his composure but getting out into the fresh air was a relief for both of us.

We've now got hold of some good solid (Something we used to smoke tons of, then eschewed for almost a year in favour of the green) which we smoked all day on Monday (After bunking off work. Naughty! But's the beauty of sickness pay in the oh-so civilised Europe) while doing, well, fuck all really. We topped that day off with a final spliff of the weed before going to bed and dancing with the pixies.