Buzzin: Chapter 3 of the weed

IS THIS STUFF ON?

Coming at you with Chapter 3 of the cannabis exploration at The Chapples. This time, we tried the Buzzin drinks. They’d been in our fridge for about six months because I was scared to try them after my last debacle. But I feel like I owe it to you guys to share the truth about what happened with this 3^rd – and liquid – attempt back in February.

Buzzin seltzer drinks have 7.5mg of THC in them. The gummies I tried have 5. So the drinks are like a gummy and a half. And I swear I am IMMUNE to gummies (Chapter 1). Except when I’m not (Chapter 2).

So: On a cold February night, I sipped one with dinner (which was burgers in our new air fryer, yet another revolution coming late to the Chapple household). To my surprise, my strawberry Buzzin was quite tasty - unlike my usual Cosmo, which I partake in when I feel the need for straight gasoline.

I drank a whole Buzzin; Tim just watched, despite me begging him to join in.

That was at 6:30 pm. By 7:30 pm, we were both pretty disappointed. Nothing was happening. I was disgruntled (again) over the hype.

Then - light bulb! - I suggested a quick run to the Dollar General. “I might get the munchies!” I shouted. Everyone has been firmly against the DG, but I’m not gonna lie, it was coming in extremely handy and “on brand.”

But on our way out the door, we had a dust-up. We barely ever fight, but I was pretty annoyed with Tim for being sober. And I confronted him: “Can you at least TRY a bad decision with me?” I asked.

He said no and - to my shock - to stop pushing him! He was actually kind of MAD. And I got huffy back like a regular, run-of-the-mill drug dealer. But inside, I was worried. Did weed make me dangerous?

At the DG, barely speaking to him, I got Cheetos and a Mountain Dew, classic fare for the experience. I was going to ignore him ALL NIGHT and do this experiment alone. But, by the time we got to the cashier, we were laughing together again, and the old guy looked at us and said - NO LIE - “Did you two just meet?”

“Why do you ask?” I asked.

And his reply: “I know young love when I see it! I can tell from the sparkle!”

My experiment had just taken a turn: Weed didn’t make me dangerous - it made me 🌟 SPARKLE 🌟.

We told the cashier that we’d been together for 3 decades - and left out the weed part.

However. Tim had seen the (grow) light. Back at the house, he cracked open a Buzzin with nary a word… and we decided to play some rummy to see what happened next.

And something did happen.

About a half-hour later, Tim scooped up the pile to do a meld of fives. And I was furious because HE HAS WON EVERY GAME WE HAVE EVER PLAYED. And he was about to do so again.

However. He didn’t have the required “5” in his hand – he was actually holding a 2???

I GLEEFULLY accused him of being high!

He claimed he was dyslexic. It was the first time I’d heard of it since our young love began in 1993. Another fight broke out.

But, I had to admit - I was having fun. Was I buzzin? Honestly, probably not. I was always ready for a fight when I played with him. So I still wasn’t sure if the drinks worked or not.

But, wait. I just remembered something else and it is KEY.

After the 5v2 blowout, I challenged Tim to play another round - without his pants on. “To mix things up,” I said. (Writing this now, I realize I indeed sound stoned.)

He scoffed and said no way… but 10 minutes later, he excused himself to the next room.

And I heard his pants hit the floor.

But.

This still wasn’t down to the weed.

Because we might do this on ANY Saturday night on a dare.

So. It actually turns out that we are always high, and that, once again, our cannabis experiment was a fail.

Sigh,
Kandace

P.S. Although I DID win my first Rummy game ever! Proof of more sparkle???

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You can go back and read the first 2 weed sagas if you care to be unimpressed:

CHAPTER 1

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Chapter 2

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