Last night. The most embarrassing episode of my life
And that’s going some.
My daughter and I were going out to dinner. First she drove me to see her new office space she’d just signed the lease on. It was lovely. Greenery and trees around the parking lot. A two-story suite. She was relaxing after a hectic week.
She pulled a THC vape from her pocket, took a puff and offered it to me. I felt no effects from the hit I took and we drove on to dinner. I was fine. We walked into the restaurant and sat down. They brought water and menus.
All at once I clocked out. I’m not saying I got vague or giggled, I mean my head fell forward onto the table and while I had vague cognizance of the restaurant around me, it could have been a zoo or a riot. I have a dim recollection of thinking something was wrong, but neither of us knew what.
Quite understandably she had a panic attack, although I was oblivious to it. She called her husband, who showed up across from me about the time I could lift my head. I was just starting to come around, slowly. I remember drinking water.
It was the same reaction I’d had two years ago when my neighbor’s nephew offered me a joint. You’d think I’d learn, huh?
Finally I judged I could walk to the car, although with each of them supporting me, it probably looked more like a DUI arrest.
They got me settled and there was a long discussion about the hospital, but I got up and walked successfully to the bathroom and returned with no further calamities.
I hereby vow that I will never smoke weed with Willie (Nelson) again. Or anybody else. Maybe someday I’ll have dinner with my daughter again but I will never return to that restaurant again. They probably have a trespass decree ready.
So devastatingly humiliating.
(To those who don’t know, I will be 75 in June. So embarrassing.)
My daughter and I were going out to dinner. First she drove me to see her new office space she’d just signed the lease on. It was lovely. Greenery and trees around the parking lot. A two-story suite. She was relaxing after a hectic week.
She pulled a THC vape from her pocket, took a puff and offered it to me. I felt no effects from the hit I took and we drove on to dinner. I was fine. We walked into the restaurant and sat down. They brought water and menus.
All at once I clocked out. I’m not saying I got vague or giggled, I mean my head fell forward onto the table and while I had vague cognizance of the restaurant around me, it could have been a zoo or a riot. I have a dim recollection of thinking something was wrong, but neither of us knew what.
Quite understandably she had a panic attack, although I was oblivious to it. She called her husband, who showed up across from me about the time I could lift my head. I was just starting to come around, slowly. I remember drinking water.
It was the same reaction I’d had two years ago when my neighbor’s nephew offered me a joint. You’d think I’d learn, huh?
Finally I judged I could walk to the car, although with each of them supporting me, it probably looked more like a DUI arrest.
They got me settled and there was a long discussion about the hospital, but I got up and walked successfully to the bathroom and returned with no further calamities.
I hereby vow that I will never smoke weed with Willie (Nelson) again. Or anybody else. Maybe someday I’ll have dinner with my daughter again but I will never return to that restaurant again. They probably have a trespass decree ready.
So devastatingly humiliating.
(To those who don’t know, I will be 75 in June. So embarrassing.)
