DOSE: T+ 0:00	67 - 71 mg	oral	MDMA	(powder / crystals)
T+ 0:10	1 hit	inhaled	Inhalants - Nitrites
T+ 0:30	2 hits	smoked	Cannabis
T+ 0:55	1 hit	inhaled	Inhalants - Nitrites
T+ 1:20	2 hits	smoked	Cannabis
T+ 2:00	1 hit	smoked	Cannabis
T+ 2:00	1 hit	inhaled	Inhalants - Nitrites
T+ 3:00	repeated	inhaled	Inhalants - Nitrites

BODY WEIGHT:

140 lb

One year ago today, my area of the United States locked down for a few weeks to get us past the worst of the pandemic. The bungled response that followed meant that, outside of trips to the grocery store, most of the last year was spent at the home I share with my partner, M. Although I consider M to be my best friend, there was no question that we both craved new experiences and (non-digital) time with our friends.

One such friend, D, had planned to attend an outdoor dance party the night before, but for one reason or another it hadn't happened. The failure of those plans led us to invite him over for a far more laid back evening of smoking weed, talking, and watching TV.

D arrived just after 8 PM, and promptly asked if he could heat up his dinner, which he had brought with him. D recently committed to a strict diet and workout routine to reshape his body. As his food warmed up in the microwave, he turned to us and mentioned that in addition to weed, he had brought poppers and a single capsule of molly that he had planned to ingest at the dance party. He then offered to split it with us, but the decision had to be made quickly, since eating would greatly slow the come up. One quick glance between M and I confirmed that we were both happy with the unexpected direction this evening was taking.

M had taken MDMA twice about a decade earlier during an electronic music festival. D had last used it a few months ago at a dance party in the city. I was the only one partaking who had never tried the chemical before. This resulted in some nervousness that was abated slightly by knowing that the dose was being split in 3. The capsule was opened and weighed, with the white powder measuring a surprisingly high 207 mg.

(T-0) After cutting the pile into 3 roughly equal lines of ~70 mg, the powder was scooped into 3 shot glasses filled with water. The bitter concoction was slugged back, then filled with water twice more to ensure nothing remained.

(T+0:10) Since neither M nor I had tried poppers before, D suggested we do so before the MDMA made itself known. After showing us the process, the small container was passed around the couch where we spent most of the evening. The bottle was inhaled in one nostril while the other was plugged. The nail polish remover-esque vapors resulted in an involuntary grimace, followed a few seconds later by a flushed feeling in my face and neck. It was not particularly enjoyable, and I made a mental note to pass the next time it was offered. Luckily, all signs of the poppers passed within a minute.

(T+0:30) The three of us talk, but I don't detect any more ease or difficulty conversing than one would expect amongst friends who haven't seen each other in a few months.

I prepare a bowl of Pineapple Upside Down Cake (Sativa-leaning Hybrid, 20% THC) in my bubbler, and we all take 2 moderate hits. This proves a good move, as my initial anxiety over trying 2 new drugs at once faded into the background of a far more familiar cannabis high.

(T+0:45) I am high, but not stoned. I'm unsure whether this is because I took only 2 hits or if the MDMA energy is making its first appearance. I stumble a bit trying to explain something to D, but I'm not sure which of us is to blame for the disconnect. I momentarily regret smoking before the molly hit. I would have liked to experience the come up on its own to get a better feel for the drug. No help for it now, and I am almost certainly less nervous than I would otherwise be.

(T+0:55) The poppers make another appearance. I consider declining, but decide to give it another shot. I am glad I do so. A larger inhale, combined with the weed and the ramp up of the MDMA, makes for a much more enjoyable feeling than the first time. I still feel the heat of a facial flush, but this time it turns into a short-lived wave of pleasure that wraps around my skull and travels down my neck and back. It still only lasts a few moments, but I can see the value here.

(T+1:05) M has gone to grab our light projector. An impulse purchase while high on edibles, it has turned into one of our favorite toys. It casts a lava lamp-esque pattern on the ceiling that morphs between a quartet of colors. The only other light in the room is a neon blue glow from the speakers blasting electronic dance music. While I don't feel a need to stand up and dance, I am definitely bobbing my head and moving my arms to the beat. D's leg is bouncing as he listens to the music.

(T+1:20) M has once again left us to retrieve a hoodie for D. I use the time to pack another bowl into the bubbler. This time I opt for Wedding Cake (Indica-leaning Hybrid, 22% THC). M returns and we again take 2 hits a piece and melt into the couch. D is struggling to pull the hoodie, made for my much smaller frame, over his head, and I find this hilarious to watch.

(T+1:25) D informs us that we need to time up the next popper use with the bass drop to the song that's currently playing. We all rush to do so, and it. Is. Worth. It. The wave runs down my spine as the music crescendos and all is right with the world. At least for another 30 seconds, before it transitions back to just being great. The weed and the MDMA are playing extremely well together. The weed keeps the body load at bay and contributes to the general sense of contentment. The MDMA prevents any paranoia I might feel smoking this much, and also stops me from drifting off into couchlock.

(T+1:40)
I am at my peak for the evening. My left arm is waving gently above my head in time with the music. Odd, I don't remember telling it to do that. No matter, let it do what it wants. I am enjoying myself, laughing at nothing in particular with M and D.

The laughter doesn't feel forced exactly; I want to laugh. At the same time, it's not like cannabis or LSD. Nothing I'm laughing at seems hilarious the way it does on those substances. So why am I laughing this much? It's a strange feeling, like driving someone else's car and not being able to get the pedals quite right. A bit too much gas, bit too much brake, bit too much laughter. This doesn't bother me, per se, I'm in too good a mood for that, but I make a mental note to include it in this report.

(T+2:00) I load a bowl of Girl Scout Extreme (Balanced Hybrid, 22% THC) and we all take a single hit. Afterwards, I pick up the poppers and enjoy another sniff. I feel amazing for 30 seconds at a time, but forget the feeling almost as soon as I put the bottle down.

D asks about snacks, and M grabs Gushers from the kitchen. Despite eating dinner 6 hours ago, I'm not particularly hungry. Thanks, methylenedioxymethamphetamine! I slowly suck on a red Gusher, savoring the taste before biting down and feeling the juices explode. Gushers are the perfect food for a time like this. I eat perhaps 2 more before my stomach begins to hurt. I take this as a threat that the molly is not going to be kicked down the drug hierarchy by cannabis, and I should stop eating.

(T+3:00) D has settled into his role as DJ, M is preoccupied with the light show on the ceiling, and I am laying back and taking it all in. The one activity that binds us is taking an indeterminate (but copious) number of inhales off the popper bottle. I am somewhat concerned with the safety of repeated doing a drug I know little about. I generally do significant research before using a new substance, but between poppers being legal (technically) and the short duration of effects I let my guard down and go with the flow.

(T+3:40) It's now been 8 hours since M and I have eaten and longer for D. We migrate into the kitchen and split a cauliflower bowl from Trader Joe's. I spend a good portion of this time looking at the microwave counting down. Not because I find it particularly interesting, but because the time dilation effect is strong. I can't believe how long this meal is taking to cook. I'm not sure if this is the result of the cannabis, MDMA, or both. The 3 of us eat quickly, and the food tastes good, but I don't notice any desire to eat more once I put my fork down. We take some green tea wafers and head back to the couch.

(T+4:00) I yawn; M gives me a knowing look. The molly is definitely on the downslope, and the multiple bowls of weed are doing their job. M and I say goodnight to D and head off to bed. I'm tired, but it takes me an hour or so to finally fall asleep.

(T+13:00) We wake up the next morning a little groggy, but no more so than we would be going to bed at 2 AM without drugs. We chat with D over a breakfast of scrambled eggs and turkey bacon. There is no apparent hangover from last night's adventure. Although we are prepped for a bit of depression from depleted serotonin levels, it never materialized. A bit down perhaps, but nothing that couldn't be easily managed.

If I were to do this combination again, I might take slightly less cannabis on the MDMA come up and save it for the end of the evening.

All in all, it was a fantastic and laid back night, unexpected, but exactly what we needed.

Exp Year: 2021	ExpID: 115312
Gender: Male
Age at time of experience: 35
Published: May 26, 2021	Views: 1,792
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