Last year, my wife, Lily, and I were invited by another couple to stay in their family cabin in rural Michigan. The couple, Alice and Robert, had their first child about 18 months prior and were taking their first vacation since. Lily and I were in the same boat at 15 months, and desperately needed some time away to recharge.
The vacation was fairly standard as far as cabin trips go. We swam in the small lake that the cabin sat on, grilled food out on the deck, and played some drinking games off of a makeshift saw horse/plywood table. It’s important to note that neither couple had been drinking much for the past few years, especially the moms since they both had primarily breastfed. The drinks were hitting harder than usual, but we kept foolishly drinking like we were back in college.
Somewhere along the line of the night, Robert broke out some edible gummies and offered them to everyone. Considering how drunk everyone was, we should’ve said no, but we were still in party mode. We threw our gummies back and went back to playing more drinking games. Roughly two hours later, the high started to kick in. I rode it the best I could, but the combination of the gummy and whiskey put me on my ass.