Day 3

Biggest sales day. Felt like we were on the floor of the NY Stock Exchange at some points because everyone was buying BC Chillums, especially Americans to take home. It's definitely the easiest thing to take back to the states.


You just unscrew the bowl and the butt piece at the bottom and keep them in one part of your bag or your carryon, and the rest in your check-in. People were excited especially when we told them in the summer months, if you go boating or hang out by the pool, just buy the biggest jug you can, like the giant juice things you get at Costco or Sam's Club, and pull hits out of a swimming pool. This alone can give you the BEST 4th of July party.

The best thing was being challenged by people when they didn't believe that not only were we going to get them fucked, we were going to do it on less weed than you would put into a pipe or bong. There were so many seasoned smokers who would respond to us when we told them that this tiny pinch of weed is going to get them blasted because of the Chillum: "I've been smokin' weed for 25 years. Nothing gets me." We would look at them and say, yeah right. Because 5 minutes later, they would stumble by and give us a wobbly thumbs up if they weren't sprawled out on the couches below us. That is the power of the BC Chillum gravity bong. It just doesn't waste any weed because all of it gets pulled into the container and all of it goes right into your lungs like a shotgun.

In the afternoon........Catastrophe. Julia shotguns half a pure joint of Utopia Haze and takes herself out of the game for a few hours.

It started with a judge from Ontario asking if the BC Chillum can be used with joints. David and Julia confer and believe that yes, it should be possible by taking off the bowl and sticking a joint directly into the chillum. While it's quiet, Julia asks for the joint that Eduardo from Team Barney's Farm is smoking and experiments.


We stuck the joint, roach in first while it was lit, then pulled the bottle up. The joint incinerated in about 4 seconds (see above) leaving a tower of ashes. Meanwhile, the bottle filled with smoke that looked as creamy and solid a milk. Evil, evil milk. A crowd had formed to watch and we tried to get people to do it, but even the tough guys had enough good sense to know this would be some powerful shit. So Julia takes it upon herself to finish the experiment. She only gets abouty a quarter of the hit because it's just too thick. She goes into an immediate coughing spell with tears down her face, and pain in her chest that would last for a good 10 minutes. Things are fine for like 2 minutes. And then she sits down and can't stand up for the next 3 hours, orbiting somewhere in space. She hadn't felt this blasted since one of the first time she got high and hallucinated she was in Braveheart! It was a pretty mindblowing trip.

David spends much time reassuring her while she sits silently and stares, doe-eyed. Amount of work being done in the BC Chillum booth severely nose-dives. Julia is not aware of this time lapse, only that her feet feel like she's wearing moon boots and only that Utopia Haze, when shotgunned through a BC Chillum is no fucking joke. The first clue should have been when the smoke inside the jug looked like a meal.

Later, she sees one of their previous victims, a big black dude from NYC that the Barney's shuttle driver had brought right over because the guy wasn't convinced anything could get him as high as this guy was claiming. He was standing and watching the concert looking dazed. Julia walks over and asks him how he's feeling. It's been a good 4 hours since he took his hit. He shakes his head and says, "That was somethin' else." Julia tells him that she just shotgunned a joint and couldn't stand up for hours. He laughs and says that he's been standing because he couldn't sit down! They commiserate for a bit about how one of the effects is that your feet feel like your walking through mud but you do get a high that just gets keeps lifting you until you float around. The dude was pretty impressed.

The show ends and after a quick meal, Team BC Chillum heads down to the DNA Party featuring Dilated Peoples, a sick party with hash popcorn that was a great time. We get hugs from people who'd done hits that day, telling us we gave them one hell of a time. It makes us happy to know we did our jobs.