Someone call a doctor
At 6 p.m. on Saturday night, I ate half a trichome lozenge from El Camino Wellness Center. An hour later, my entire body buzzed. By 7:30 p.m., the thrill debilitated. I fled to a chair in a nearby hotel lobby to relax. Yet serenity was evasive; the high was dizzying, euphoric, one of those “I need a doctor” moments. Enter Doogie Howser. No kidding: Neil Patrick Harris was in San Francisco for a performance, and he showed up during my trip, à la Harold and Kumar. By 9:30 p.m., I finally came down and, later, read on the StickyGuide site that these sativa-dominant lozenges foment a “racy body high.” That’s an understatement. $8 each, 2511 Connie Drive.