I got some pot from kensington market yesterday... good god, it is legitimately some of the best stuff I have ever smoked. At first I was a little miffed, since I got kinda chinced (~4.5 for 50), but I wasn't really expecting much more since I've never met a real dealer down there just people smoking pot who will sell you stuff.
But anyways, this weed. One of the the longest high's I have ever experienced. Recently I've been smoking quite a bit more since I didn't have any exams to worry about or anything and it's summer now, so I'll get baked somewhere around four days a week. Usually around an hour or an hour and a half high, with the next hour or so being come down, then the hour after that just being super burnt out and lazy/sleepy.
This was not the case with this weed. I missioned it around with a couple of friends in my neighborhood, and smoked outside when it was light out for the first time in a while.
I didn't really notice the come up, but all the sudden I had no fucking idea where we were at all. I couldn't even tell you what city we were in. Luckily one of my friends had the foresight to not smoke as much, so he managed to guide us back to his house. We got there at about 5:30. I don't really remember much, probably just the usual talking/eating/watching tv business, nothing interesting, but I was high the whole time. From 5:30 to 8:00 I was really fucking high. Just stoned off my ass, I could not deal with anything. It was a two paper in between four people, with me and another guy taking the majority of it. After about 9:30 I could call myself more or less completely sober, such that I could operate stuff/play starcraft and not lose horribly etc, but christ it was like two and a half hours of solid baked. The kind of baked that I don't get for more than an hour usually.
And it breaks my fucking heart that I've got one joint left and I'm probably never going to get that weed again.
I also blacked out for the first time! It wasn't terribly eventful I just drank 6 shots or so on an empty stomach in under an hour. I remember leaning forward off the couch to vomit in my cup, then the next thing I remember I wasn't wearing anything except boxers and I was being guided into a bed. I thought it all happened really quickly but apparently there was an intervening four hours before I got to bed, which involved me cursing various people and god.