Citation: Isa_AC. "Night Out With My Father: An Experience with MDMA, Cannabis & Alcohol (exp110861)". Erowid.org. Sep 20, 2017. erowid.org/exp/110861
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Night out with my Father
Substance – MDMA, Alcohol, Weed
Experience – I am a daily marijuana smoker, drink alcohol on occasion and am experienced with it, and have previously done MDMA on over five separate occasions.
Prep/Mindset – A week prior to this experience I picked up two caps of 80mg MDMA at around 80% purity, and planned to sneak out and drop them with friends an upcoming weekend. This experience takes place on a Friday night, and the day before, dad asked me if I wanted to go out and see one of his mates and my brother perform at a nightclub and pub in the heart of Belgrave. Naturally, I was interested. I came down with the flu that Thursday night but decided that it wasn’t going to interfere with me having a good night. I was excited to finally get out and do something, as it has been a while since my last outing.
+0:00 Swallowed one capsule.
+0:30 Dad and I arrive in Belgrave. We head over to the club and we have slight troubles getting me into the pub itself. Eventually, the pub slides me in and things are going well. Looking around the room are hanging LEDs, wooden sculptures, beer and some amazing local live music playing. We don’t spend much time here, however. We head across the road to two different pubs looking for my older brother, Z, who is 23.
Throughout the pubs, dad is introducing me to all of his friends. Most of them were close to blackout drunk and probably will not remember me next time, but it was still great to meet everybody.
+0:45 – As we’re walking into [another pub], three girls from my school approach me and ask if they can borrow some papers, as they just picked up a que of some good buds and have nothing to smoke out of. I ask dad for his pouch, and give them some baccy and some papers, and send them on their way.
After some more introductions, dad takes me to the beer garden out the back, where my brother, and 3 of his friends including his girlfriend are drinking and smoking some joints. As soon as I arrive, my brother hands me a joint and smiles. I guess he knows how much I froth a good joint.
I think the light stoning from the few joints we smoked kickstarted the cap, and I could start to feel the energy of the MDMA crawling through my skin, which brought a smile to my face I couldn’t shake. R, one of dad’s drunk friends, comes up to me and hands me a flat bud, completely squished. Apparently some Nunawadding buds.
+1:00 – After 15 minutes of reconciling with my brother, smoking and drinking, everyone heads over to the lounge. I’m feeling great at this point, pupils probably expanding, and any sign of the flu has been shoved down to the deepest depths. When we walk back in, it is about twice as busy as it was 30 minutes ago, and everything seems, or maybe ‘feels’ different. My eyes widen to the music, and the lights seem to glow with the beat. The 90’s Jazz playing suddenly sounds as good as my modern rap I would usually listen to, or even better. I grab a beer, and take a seat in these large cushioned couches which my body sinks into. Everything is so comfortable, but nothing is overwhelming.
+1:30 – A couple beers later, I’m feeling pretty fucked up but still having an overly enjoyable time. I knew that Z came out and played music often, but this was the first time I had come to watch him. It was truly amazing, I felt like I had finally connected with him in a way I had been trying to for a long time.
Around this point I decide I want more empathy, love and lightning energy flowing through my body, as what I was experiencing was good, but not as powerful as past experiences. This makes sense, considering the caps only contained 80mg each. I duck off to the toilets downstairs. The music down there is much more accustomed to a younger audience, and the atmosphere is completely different. I decide to snort the cap, so I crack it, and pour it down my nasal.
+1:40 – I spent about 10 minutes in the nightclub dancing, then decided to head back up with the family. My dad’s friend begins performing, and he is truly brilliant. As he jumps around on stage with sunnies on, quite drunk, you can tell he is having the time of his life. At this point I wrote an observation I had into my phones notes app, “This morning I was wondering about quality of life. The best way to live life. Are you better off with a job that’s the most fun but doesn’t pay well, or a well payed job that is a chore to endure. After witnessing all of these talented musicians and their passion, I’ve found an answer”. That revelation helped me to put things going on in my life in perspective, and I feel much more comfortable with my lifestyle now.
+2:15 - about 11:30 now, I pinch dad's pouch and head out to the smokers lounge outside to roll some NunaBud doobies. It seems to be lightly raining, but I am unaffected. I roll a single and a king, and smoke the king. The single is for dessert, later on. As I’m smoking, one of the guards come over to me and mentions the smell. I talk with him about it and say something like ‘he can have a toke if he doesn’t tell anyone’. Probably not the smartest thing to say, but at this point I was blasted so repercussions didn’t exist in my mind (4 beers, 2 martinis, 160mg MDMA and 4 joints down). He said as long as I wasn’t causing problems, he didn’t have a problem with weed, and left. Sick Cunt! After the fat J, and chatting to some more sick cunts I met while out there, I came back inside.
+2:30 - At this point it’s nearly hitting 12, and I pinch some cash from dad and head next door to an Indian Street Food restaurant. I bought two samosas, two pieces of fried chicken and a lamb curry souvlaki which all tasted even better then it normally would. The MDMA is still kicking me hard, and it clicked that all I wanted to do was feel the music and dance. I munched down my feast as fast as possible and went downstairs to the nightclub.
+3:00ishhh – Head out after a heafty dance sesh, sweaty as fuck and the alcohol and bud is slipping out of my system with each passing minute. I meet up with dad, Z and his mates. Dad and I decide it’s time to finish up the night. We head out the front, call a taxi, smoke the single and wait. It’s very cold, but not unbearable.
+4:00 – Eventually after waiting for a good 30 minutes we get a taxi and head home. As soon as I get in my room, I chuck the rest of the NunaBuds in my grinder and grind that shit. After punching 5 billies I play some music and relax in bed. I knew I wasn’t going to fall asleep yet as I was still quite gacked, but after an hour or so I nod off.
Overall, this night helped me understand things about my whole family, and brought me closer with them. I’m truly grateful for everyone that made this night amazing, and look forward to the next one, where I’ll probably drop a tab.
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