If You Like My Stories...

I know this is gonna sound hackneyed or an urban myth but I swear it's true.
(P.S. I may have posted this here before, if so my apologies).
As my parents got along in years and I was divorced and my daughter was an adult living on her own, I spent more and more time at my parents house, helping out. I even got my old room back (an apt. at the rear of the prop.).
One day, when my brother had taken my folks out to a huge shopping outlet in Cabazon (in the desert outside of L.A.; they'd be gone most of the day) I decieded to whip up a batch of MJ brownies. They were my deluxe brownies, with nuts & frosting. I put in enough weed so that eating 1 brownie would get you pleasantly mildly high.
I left them to cool on the counter and went off to visit a friend, intending to be back before my folks.
Car trouble delayed my return until about 9 p.m. instead of my intended 5 p.m.
My parents were active in the Baptist church, and they had this thing called The Circle, which was a group of about a dozen seniors who gathered once a month. They'd take turns hosting it. They would socialize, gossip, pray, but the main event was everyone brought goodies like a cake or pie or something like that. They'd take a break in their meeting to majorly munch.
I had no idea that their Circle meeting was that night or that it was my folks turn to host it.
Oh yeah you know where this is going don't you?
Shortly after my folks arrived home from their shopping trip their guests started arriving. As they did they put whatever they had brought on the kitchen counter.

When I finally arrived home and was walking up to the house I could hear my mom playing the organ, something she almost never did for guests. I walked in and everyone was having a grand old time, singing, laughing, much more than usual.
When I walked into the kitchen I noticed most of the brownies were gone!
Apparently evenone thought that one of the other attendee's had brought the brownies and had partaken.
It was a trip, seeing all these seniors high on pot, enjoying themselves so much.
The next day I was talking to them and I remember my Mom saying something like "the Holy Spirit must have been at The Circle last night, we had such a good time filled with the love of God."
I never told them. It would have spoiled it for them, especialy my Mom who was anti-MJ her entire life.

When I think back on this event I laugh cause I always picture my mom wearing shades, Eddie Murphy doing Stevie Wonder, belting out gospel tunes.

P.S. When I walked in and said hi, they asked me to join in. Mr. Hauser said "yeah Robert, you play guitar don't you, bring it in."
I was tempted but I was afraid I might get carried away and I didn't think they would have appreciated my acoustic redention of Sympathy For The Devil.

 

You sir have lived an interesting life.

 

that is the most amazing storie i have ever heard

 

wow...just...wow

 

write a fuckin book man. seriously. it would not be hard to get it published.

 

Yeah... I really haven't read much like this in books.

Truth is typically stranger than fiction, as they say...

 

That is an awesome story.

 

Wicked!

 

yeah man, i love reading your stories. to me, life experiences far weigh out "learned knowledge." so hearing stories from someone who i assume has been smoking for a very long time are bound to be interesting.

i had a similar close call once. after seeing my first Phish show at the Hampton Colisuem (2nd show after hiatus), a friend of mine had brought back a mushroom cookie/bar. we had already had this tupperware container full of cookies and other shit for our trip, so he just stuck it in there to hide it. even looking closely at them all, you couldnt notice any difference.

so after we returned home and split ways, I wound up with this container in a paper bag. as with all my shit, I put it in my room. well, my mom had gone in there for some reason, saw that there were cookies left, and ate one or two. i saw her walking around with a cookie in her hand and asked her, "where did you get that?" and she goes, "oh, from the container in your room. I hope you dont mind..."

i was speechless. i ran in there to thankfully find the mushroom cookie still in the container. i dont even know what i would have done had she mistakenly eaten it. i mean, she´s never even smoked before in her life.


i would be great, though, to see a bunch of older people having the time of their life after having eaten weed brownies. i have a question - how did you go about making those brownies? did you make weed butter or did you just throw all the weed into the mix?
either way, i think you´d be able to taste something "off" about the brownies. or maybe to them, it was "right on!"

 

I was at that concert at Hampton. Were you there the night everyone got busted and raided? There were people running around trying to hide nitrous tanks like mad when people started getting popped. One guy tossed his into Haymarket Creek (the creek that runs by/feeds the pond in front of the mothership). Second time I had ever gotten on the local news, as I was one of the youngest heads there, being fourteen... the other time was when I got busted in the head with a couple Corona bottles at a Jimmy Buffett concert at Grensboro Coliseum, in NC, when I was twelve (someone was really drunk/rolling on E, and threw them off the level above us... (they weren't the plastic kind that venues usually have).

I love Hampton. Last concert I saw there was in '05, if I remember correctly. The Doobie Brothers stopped by and it was like $15 or $20. Damn good shows... and it's owned by the city of hampton. Fairly old coliseum, I guess. I never looked up when it was built.

You from the area or were you on tour?

 

I simmered the weed in butter, then strained the plant material out and used the butter.
You really couldn't taste the weed. I didn't use that much and the brownies were the fudge-swirl kind, full of walnuts and iced with chocolate frosting.

 

You use cheesecloth to strain?

 

Haha, I can imagine that happening in a movie. A guy just comes home and a bunch of old people are laughing like maniacs singing and dancing!

 

^^ Its called Grandma's Boy.

 

No, just a cotton t-shirt.

 

It's funnier in real life.

 

Yeah, tis.

I think I've kinda been there before, but the smoking was intentional.

Sometimes smoking with a different demographic age..race.. whatever... it's good for you.

 

haha ranger that really was a great story.

 

great story man, you need to keep posting more of them.

 

i think that ranger needs to have an ongoing tread of his stories like we will all come back to this thread to see the latest ranger stories!

ranger! awsome story that was great! i should make brownies like that for my parents church! it would be great. or the old folks home