So I guess its about time for me to reveal the goings on from Amsterdam.
However, I can't remember most of it, and sure as hell can't put it all in order. (Good thing?
)
The thing I remember best was predictably the night before we left. This is surprising however, since probably 50% of my total pot smokeage was just that night. We had been gathering weed and hash from several sources over the previous week, and when it came down to the last night, we cleaned out all our bags and collected it all. Interesting note about Amsterdam: everyone smokes copious amounts of hash because you can buy it at any of the coffee shops that sell weed, and the prices are comparable. Weed is mostly used for joints. Anyway, we had at least an ounce of various weeds (mind you, this is Amsterdam, so these are the best weeds in the world) and around 5 grams of hash, and we only had 18 hours left in Amsterdam to smoke it ALL.
And we very nearly accomplished it.
Granted, nearly half of the hash and some of the weed were simply eaten(Mike got some hash oil which he was eating), but the smoking continued non stop. The Incredibowl was making constant trips around the room smoking Triple Zero Afghani hash while George was rolling 2 gigantic joints with a mixture of Sour Diesel and Super Silver Haze. We finished off the hash and then went outside to light up the joints. Technically, that was a non-smoking room, not getting the deposit back there. It was raining that night (as usual) so we moved down the block to where the was just enough of an overhang to smoke under. And we stood there, on the street, downtown, for probably 2 hours smoking those joints. Right next to the road. It was amazing.
After the joints, we returned to the room to finish packing. We were all packed and ready to go with about 2 hours to spare, so we continued smoking. When we finally had to leave, we had finished all the hash and almost all the weed. Since we couldn't take anything with us, we gifted that Incredibowl with around 1/8th of Sour Diesel to the cleaning staff.
We were then driven to the airport, and since I had a different return trip from the other guys I managed to get myself to the right gate, get on the plane, and pass the fuck out.
When I awoke, it was Detroit.
Stay tuned for more adventures. Next up, our sales pitch.
However, I can't remember most of it, and sure as hell can't put it all in order. (Good thing?
)
The thing I remember best was predictably the night before we left. This is surprising however, since probably 50% of my total pot smokeage was just that night. We had been gathering weed and hash from several sources over the previous week, and when it came down to the last night, we cleaned out all our bags and collected it all. Interesting note about Amsterdam: everyone smokes copious amounts of hash because you can buy it at any of the coffee shops that sell weed, and the prices are comparable. Weed is mostly used for joints. Anyway, we had at least an ounce of various weeds (mind you, this is Amsterdam, so these are the best weeds in the world) and around 5 grams of hash, and we only had 18 hours left in Amsterdam to smoke it ALL.
And we very nearly accomplished it.
Granted, nearly half of the hash and some of the weed were simply eaten(Mike got some hash oil which he was eating), but the smoking continued non stop. The Incredibowl was making constant trips around the room smoking Triple Zero Afghani hash while George was rolling 2 gigantic joints with a mixture of Sour Diesel and Super Silver Haze. We finished off the hash and then went outside to light up the joints. Technically, that was a non-smoking room, not getting the deposit back there. It was raining that night (as usual) so we moved down the block to where the was just enough of an overhang to smoke under. And we stood there, on the street, downtown, for probably 2 hours smoking those joints. Right next to the road. It was amazing.
After the joints, we returned to the room to finish packing. We were all packed and ready to go with about 2 hours to spare, so we continued smoking. When we finally had to leave, we had finished all the hash and almost all the weed. Since we couldn't take anything with us, we gifted that Incredibowl with around 1/8th of Sour Diesel to the cleaning staff.
We were then driven to the airport, and since I had a different return trip from the other guys I managed to get myself to the right gate, get on the plane, and pass the fuck out.
When I awoke, it was Detroit.
Stay tuned for more adventures. Next up, our sales pitch.
~J