Indeed, but my dancing legs aren't what they used to be.

I recall the Aurora Borealis with moonlight seen after five hits of blotter. I had to ask the next day whether it was really the Northern Lights or the to be expected effects. Then Dad (God rest his soul) made me mow the lawn the morning after the night before. I recall it seemed difficult operating a large lawn mowing device still stoned to the gills, but such were the wages of sin or enlightenment or whatever it was. Ah, the bad old days.