New York Times columnist Maureen Dowd traveled to Colorado to cover the state's legalized pot scene -- and it didn't go very well.
Now, Dowd's "bad trip" is quickly becoming the stuff of Internet legend.
In Denver, Dowd sampled a marijuana candy bar (this is research after all), and when she didn't feel anything at first, she ate some more.
But then I felt a scary shudder go through my body and brain. I barely made it from the desk to the bed, where I lay curled up in a hallucinatory state for the next eight hours. I was thirsty but couldn’t move to get water. Or even turn off the lights. I was panting and paranoid, sure that when the room-service waiter knocked and I didn’t answer, he’d call the police and have me arrested for being unable to handle my candy.
I strained to remember where I was or even what I was wearing, touching my green corduroy jeans and staring at the exposed-brick wall. As my paranoia deepened, I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me.
That's led to responses on Twitter such as this one:
Dowd doesn't say how much of the candy bar she ate, or if she ate the whole thing. But the next day, a medical consultant at an edibles plant told her that it should have been divided into 16 pieces, especially for someone like Dowd, who says she is not a "regular" marijuana user.
But that suggested serving size isn't mentioned on the label.
Of course, as many have pointed out on Twitter, Dowd could've asked.
Regardless, careful reading of her column reveals several things we didn't know about Dowd:
- She wears green corduroy jeans.
- She used to love Sky Bars.
- Her normal drugs of choice are chardonnay and mediocre movies-on-demand.
Maybe next time Dowd tries an edible, she can write about why she fell out of love with Sky Bars. Was it a bad experience with the vanilla section?
See more Twitter responses to Dowd's column below.