Their idea of rest and relaxation comprised calling all their friends to come over for a welcome home party. I got a first hand lesson why mushrooms and alcohol do not mix. Soon the house was full of folks having a celebration. I contributed a few of my remaining mushrooms to anyone who desired them. Jake and Dave wanting the experience asked. “How many should we take?” I answered, “Just take one, wait fifteen minutes, then take another if you feel like it.” They quickly decided they could consume a handful and wash them down with beer. After a few minutes they remembered they had a work assignment, got into their van and headed out. The rest of us sat around getting some rest.
In a couple of minutes Jake and Dave were standing at the door bowled over in laughter. Apparently, they abandoned their vehicle down the street. They had traveled as far as the first stop light when the mushrooms began to have their effect. Not being able to drive they walked home. Thankfully they were able to realize their incapacity to operate a motor vehicle. I walked down the street to retrieve their van. At the light, it was sitting, doors open, engine running, no driver in attendance. Other traffic was skirting around it, not paying the least attention to its abandonment. I hopped aboard and returned to the house. By some sort of magic, it had not been stolen, impounded, or reported. Everyone by this time had settled into the rest they sought after a long return from vacation. One of the folks who came over to welcome us home drove Esperanza and I to the Interstate to resume our journey.