Maureen Dowd got really, really high. The New York Times columnist ate a legal marijuana candy bar in Denver while covering the “social revolution rocking Colorado.” Though she didn’t feel anything at first, soon the writer had to crawl into bed, “curled up in a hallucinatory state for the next eight hours.” The trip was so harsh, she writes, “I became convinced that I had died and no one was telling me.”

An inexperienced weed user, Dowd blamed her wild ride on poorly labeled pot edibles. “With liquor, people understand what they’re getting themselves into,” she argues, before supporting packaging reforms aimed at suggesting dosages to new users and deterring kids from accidentally eating THC candy.

According to a Denver pizzeria, Dowd offered further comment, including, “tonight is taking all day,” “skin is like a sock for your whole body,” and “Whoa, can someone turn down the rain?” When asked which toppings she’d like to order, Dowd responded, “Yes.”