D-Day (I Made It!) First Dab, 7 Day THC Purge: Part 4 of 5

To quote my man Jonny Drama, “VIIIICCCCTTOORRRYYY!!!” It’s D-Day, and I made it folks. It really wasn’t that bad and it shouldn’t have been anyway. I certainly hope readers are not disappointed it wasn’t more dramatic—whose side are you on anyway? j/k

My hypothesis was that I’d be OK, and I was actually better than OK. It was finally time to get some oil on this fresh canvas. And then it hit me, I’ve got to wait till 7:10…DOH! OK, I wanted to put some time and thought into it anyway.

The first and most important question: to glob or not to glob? When I came up with this plan initially, I planned to come back on some Lil’ Wayne shit. I figured why not see just how HIIIGGGHHH I could get off of errl. Thankfully, my next thought was a lot wiser.

What if ye olde paranoia kicked in for whatever reason? My gf was not gonna be around; I better make my comeback a party. Two trusted and more than willing dab mates of mine came right over. It was one of them that pointed out the error in my ways. Why blow my wad on one crazy dab? Why not appreciate the errl?

I decided to take his advice. Now, I just needed some errl. Justin from Kured Collective delivered, and he DELIVERED. Six flavors spread over three grams—I was quite literally giddy as a schoolgirl as I debated which to hit first.

Justin recommended I come outta retirement with an Indica. Why not really feel it? I couldn’t disagree… Indica it is. He pointed to a disc of Refine Seattle Blueberry sugar wax. Sugar waxes have fantastic consistency for flavor retention. When I opened the container the terps practically smacked me in the face! Cha-ching, we have a winner, but what to dab out of?

I looked left, I looked right, and kismet: my B$ was clean and ready to deliver. I parked my Cosmic Direct Titanium Domeless on top and checked the clock. Twenty minutes to go—agony! Might as well load it up—on my Dank Dabber awl. I loaded a sensible, but generous dab then took a look at my watch. Tick tock, tick tock.

OK, let’s do this…

Flame on, cooling, cooling…disco. The simmering errl on the nail let me know I was at the perfect temperature. My B$ got a fat one in fast ohhh, it tasted so good, I’m gonna hold this one dow…CCCCOOOUUGGHHH HACKKK CCCCOOOUGGGH CHOKE, uggg fail :( I got it all in, but it came right up.

I’d bitten off more than I could chew, went out like a bitch, barely held my hit in and wasted my dab. Bollocks! Even after the purge, muscle memory is muscle memory. Having “wasted” my first hit, I immediately went for another dab. Thank God for good friends. Ever so gently (so wise with someone in my frustrated state), my buddy blocks my hand and says,“Hey bro, let’s give that five minutes, Blueberry can be a creeper ya know.” I begin to babble but manage to get out a discernible OHH KKAAYYY…..

I barely made it to the couch. You know that stock footage you always see of the space shuttle taking off? I was so there. Epcot Center Mission Space fans holla back, centrifuge city… it was like my face was being vac purged just like my errl. Xanadu, I was home…

I felt incredible. I was up there, way up there, but rest assured, my wits were still about me and I was in control. The first thought that entered my dome—when I could think again that is—was classic, “This is an Indica?” Don’t get me wrong, my face was definitely throbbing like I’d run a marathon, but my mind was in orbit. Post-launch, I was more like Jodie Foster in Contact, safe in my dome but really seeing some crazy shit. The Sativa had gotten through like the Beast, Marshawn Lynch (Go Seahawks!).

And imagine, the fun was just about to begin. My friends were super cool about letting me zone out for a while. It was open dab bar, I didn’t expect to hear from them for a while anyway, lol. Roughly 15 minutes had passed and it was clear my dab was setting up camp. Two thoughts entered my head: How glad am I didn’t take a mulligan on this hit I thought I blew! And, just how long was this dab gonna last? The remote control seemed like a good place to look for clues.

Why not try something new? Thank you stoner gods, Key and Peele is fucking hysterical. We watched half a season in no time, but it wasn’t no time, it was 2.5 hours later. The Energizer bunny came to mind, still going… we decided to change it up.

First dab in a while, had to play some video games right? 90 more minutes passed by—damn son I’m still cooked! Depending on the day, I’ve had 1, if not 2, more dabs by this time, yet I was still well cooked, even after four hours off of one dab. This was so worth it.

The goodbyes were said and I finally decided to give in and munch out at the 4.5 hour mark. Thanks and kudos first to Justin at Kured and Justin at Refine, I assure you not all meds do this—very impressive. I must admit, as boring as the purge was, it was worth it.

Another dab that evening was not necessary, but I took a VERY small one later just for fun. Shoot me, I had all those flavors lying around and I couldn’t resist. The reason I made it tiny was because I could already tell I was going to enjoy my rejuvenated tolerance. It was high time to show errl a lil’ more respect. Stay tuned for my reflections on this voyage.

Dabless in Seattle, 7 Day THC Purge – 5 Part Series:

1. Dabless in Seattle, 7 Day THC Purge: Part 1 of 5
2. The First 48, 7 Day THC Purge: Part 2 of 5
3. Made It Through the Hump Days, 7 Day THC Purge: Part 3 of 5
4. D Day (I Made It!) First Dab, 7 Day THC Purge: Part 4 of 5 [this post]
5. Half Baked, Post-Purge Reflections 7 Day THC Purge: Part 5 of 5