Man I actually have an edibles and great taxi story.
When I was In grad school these two guys came from Italy to do research for an internship. One of them was housesitting for our bosses (the PI/ professor) house since the prof was out of town. So these guys tell me they smoke weed in Italy and I’m like alright I’ll bring some over and I’ll bring my Dreamcast. So I arrive with vodka and weed including edibles. I make them
Both my normal drink which is four shots of vodka and a splash of Diet Coke. We each down one fast and I pour another and give them some edibles. They never had clinic edibles.
So everything is going smooth we are listening to the cardigans (lolz not even kidding) and Radiohead mix while playing some crazy taxi. One of the Italian dudes starts laughing hilariously then all of a sudden gets up and runs. This idiot goes into the bathroom and violently vomits everywhere except the toilet. All over the walls leading to and into the bathroom. Then he is freaking out still high and runs outside the house. There’s a lot of faculty that lives in the area and the last thing I want them to see is me as a grad student drunk and high chasing a masters student from another country. I find him collapsed at a small park freaking out and he tells me to leave him. So I’m like
Okay whatevs I’m going home.
So I call an Uber (I always uber if I drink) to pick me up and take me home. My house is about 4 miles and ten mins from my bosses. So the uber comes and I tell them the address. We are halfway to my house and I tell the driver she’s going the wrong way. She’s like the map says we just take this street straight to ur house. She was right but for some reason I was sure she was wrong. So
I’m like
No turn right. And I keep giving her random directions that don’t make sense for like fifteen minutes. The whole time she’s telling me I’m wrong but I’ll do what u say. After the fifteen minutes I was like “yeah I don’t know what’s going on lolzzzzzz”.