He Quit. :-)

Wednesday evening, I met DJ and two of his friends for another Austin Film Fest movie. I was late thanks to work, so I slid into a seat just as the show started. It turns out that before I'd gotten there, he'd eaten another pot cookie. I had no idea.

Two hours later we decided to have dinner, and walked over to a restaurant. Everyone was having a good time, but I'd noticed that he was a little more quiet than usual. When we started to get up to leave, he stayed seated, and admitted that he wasn't feeling well. His friends immediately asked, "The cookie?" He nodded. I didn't know he'd eaten one. I drove him home. We talked a little in the car about it, but he wasn't really up to a conversation.

The next day, he was fine. We talked over dinner, and he told me that this has happened before, but never this badly. I thought he was just queasy, but it turns out that while the four of us were chatting at dinner, he started to experience tunnel vision, and blacked out for a few seconds.

I didn't notice! :-( The thought of this is scary for me.

It was apparently scarier for him to experience first-hand. He's quit. I'm happy for him, and for us.

In fact, he's coming over now, so I'm going to make my place pretty, and make myself presentable. Peace out. :-)