I got blazed with a mate this year just before getting a call from my boss at work saying I had to come in to taste all the new menu dishes (I worked in a restaurant). I was lean as a bean and told them I was ill and didn't wanna eat anything but he pressed on like a bastard so I had no choice but to go in. Not only was I paranoid as hell (my workmates were the highly strung, serious types), but I had to sit high as hell watching everyone else eat all this amazing food while I kept up my stomach-ache charade hoping they'd just let me go, but no such luck for an hour and a half. Torture.