I once went to a party on a Friday night and took a bunch of magic mushroom caps and had a wild, trippy, time. On the Saturday night I went to a JW bbq party, in a town called Evesham in the UK. Before I left for the bbq my friend who I'd partied with the night before suggested we share the mushroom stalks, which I agreed to because I thought they might give a mild buzz.
Turns out there's at least as much psychoactive ingredients in the stalks as there are in the caps. The problem is it can take a good couple of hours to start having an effect, so I was well into the JW party, burnt sausage bun in hand, when it all began to kick off. Have you ever tried to have a conversation about the ministry with someone who has the face of a cat? It's hard. When someone asked me why I'd been staring at the sky for over half an hour (clouds becoming teddy bears... riveting), I managed to get someone to drive me home. Suffice to say I won't be doing that again!
(The JW party, not the mushrooms!)