Well. Kind of.
Turns out Dowd recently spent a really awful night in a Denver hotel, suffering through a really horrible experience brought on by nibbling waaaay too much of a marijuana-laced candy bar.
— Harsh edges to the Colorado mellow — Maureen Dowd — New York Times / sltrib.com
" ... Sitting in my hotel room in Denver, I nibbled off the end and then, when nothing happened, nibbled some more. I figured if I was reporting on the social revolution rocking Colorado in January, the giddy culmination of pot Prohibition, I should try a taste of legal, edible pot from a local shop.
"What could go wrong with a bite or two?
"Everything, as it turned out.
"Not at first. For an hour, I felt nothing. I figured I'd order dinner from room service and return to my more mundane drugs of choice, chardonnay and mediocre-movies-on-demand.
"But then I felt a scary shudder go through my body and brain. I barely made it from the desk to the bed, where I lay curled up in a hallucinatory state for the next eight hours. ...
" ... It took all night before it began to wear off, distressingly slowly. The next day, a medical consultant at an edibles plant where I was conducting an interview mentioned that candy bars like that are supposed to be cut into 16 pieces for novices; but that recommendation hadn't been on the label. ..."
The tradition of Gonzo Journalism, perfected by Coloradan Hunter S. Thompson, has certainly declined in its, well, gonzoism.
But I wouldn't have been any help. My very limited experience with marijuana, passively inhaled at a few poker games 25 years ago, just left me with a headache.
Anyway, the Internet responded to Dowd's essay by lighting up every communications medium known.
— The public health case for legalizing pot: it could replace alcohol — German Lopez | Vox
" ... The column goes on to describe a high so potent that it freaked Dowd out for eight hours — and she never got to that chardonnay as a result.