One time I decided to ride my bicycle to the Sasquatch Music Festival at the Gorge from Spokane, WA, took me around a week.
I got there early the day before the fest starts and proceeded to get pretty drunk waiting for my camping group.
My friends who I am camping with finally show up and we set up camp. My good friend who I hadn't seen for sometime hands me a handful of Psilocybe cubensis for being a badass and biking there to enjoy for the weekend. I was dumb, drunk and not thinking to save some of them for later properly I ate them all immediately.
I set myself up for a trip with over 1/4 ounce of some quality funguys while already being pretty drunk. This was my 6th year going to the fest and I had bought a full body Sasquatch suit for the occasion.
Right around sunset I had just finished eating all the shrooms and put on the suit minus the head, hands and feet. We walked through the camp ground to find some different friends.
We found the other friends and I have some brief memories of hanging out with them. After that it gets really hazy. I have some faint memories from that night but basically I became a Sasquatch.
For the entire night I got super lost at the Gorge campground, easy enough to do sober. But I was incapable of communicating with people. I ran and raged around in a fit of primeval beast mode energy. I think I was under the impression having biked there I was more primitive then these highly evolved people and I freaked out.
From what I do recall there was lots of running away from people who tried to treat me like a human. I couldn't talk to people and I could not explain myself, I just ran like a frightened creature. Basically exactly what bigfoot would have done had he actually found himself in a sea of hipsters in the middle of Washington state.
I do recall finally finding where we were camped around sunrise and my friend who gave the fungus was passed out in a lawn chair. Upon seeing him all I could do was whimper "friend?". He woke up and talked me down out of my trip. Good man.
I was able to sleep for a while and rest up before the 3 days festival. My Morning Jacket, Massive Attack and Ween were the headliners that year. I still recall it as the best year of Sasquatch! and best festival I have ever been too.
People came up to me for the rest of that weekend, especially when I put on the suit again and asked things like "where you the guy who ran through our campsite on Friday and threw over some lawn chairs and then ran off?" All I could answer was "most likely".
TLDR: Hanging out with too many fun guys while intoxicated on liquor can turn you into a Sasquatch.