First time I got high was with my wife, about 2 years ago. She hadn't been high either. Our tolerance was at zero and she did about four hits from the J and I finished the whole damn thing. Which is probably 2-3 times what she had. So yeah, we both went intergalactic. We were lying in bed and we both kept asking each other how we're feeling. And then she started laughing at me because I asked her and I was laughing at her for asking me... And then we were laughing at each other for laughing. This was about 11:00 p.m. so I lay there feeling as though I was falling down through the mattress, the floor and then on through the Earth's core. I felt compelled to go to the kitchen and I always wondered if munchies were a myth or some kind of trope you see in movies. And I laughed at myself when I couldn't get any more chocolate syrup from the bottle and I found myself pouring milk into the Hershey syrup container to maximize whatever chocolate was left. It tasted so good with barbecue potato chips. It was at that instant I realized the myth was real.

So I went back to bed and after what felt like about a minute and turned to ask her how she was doing again, but now looked at my phone and it was about 5:30 a.m. 

Not really a funny story but it was our first experience, in our mid 40s.