When I came to boulder, I wasn’t what you would call a stoner, but I smoked a decent amount. So when the hottest hippie chick sat next to me in class one day, I made the effort to impress her. I talked up my smoking habits a bit more to see if I could get us to hang out. So finally in class one day, she asked if I wanted to come over and smoke out of her new gravity bong. I had only smoked out of little pipes back home, but I didn’t want her to think I was a dumbass by asking what a gravity bong was. I went over late that night and we smoked a few bowls from my pipe. But after I hit the gravity bong, I started to feel really light-headed and thought I was going to pass out. I told the girl I needed to use the bathroom, hoping that I could splash some water on my face and be fine. As soon as I stood up, I ended up throwing up all over the table where her weed was and even got a bit on her shoes. She stopped sitting next to me for the rest of the semester.