Licenses for marijuana stores were sent to recipients by email early this morning. One licensee that was named is in Seattle, and the other is up here in Bellingham. These two stores are ready to open tomorrow, while others are awaiting product.
I have no interest in marijuana. The SO says she’d like to buy some just because she can, but she also has no interest in smoking it.
That’s a bit unusual. She could also buy a pound of hotdogs she doesn’t want to eat.
My wife and I don’t smoke much pot, so our current stash is probably sufficient to last 6 months or more. It is nice to know that we can just head down to the store if want more. Although, in reality, it was never difficult to find some.
It’s the novelty factor. Hot dogs haven’t been illegal. It’s like when I got a concealed carry permit. I have no interest in carrying a firearm, but it’s impossible to get a permit in L.A. So when I moved here, I got one just because I could. It’s come in handy, in that I don’t have a waiting period for purchases, but I’ve never used it for its intended purpose.
I guess I can see that. Pot has been so easy to buy I never really thought of it that way. (Although I do remember walking into a store in Amsterdam about 10 years ago and getting some, and thought that was the greatest thing ever.)
Haven’t bought anything in a while. There’s a 1916 ‘Red 9’ broomhandle Mauser, a 1916 (0r is it 1917?) Colt Government Model 1911, a replica Remington 1858 black powder revolver (strangely, they’re treated like modern guns – everywhere else you can mail-order them), that sort of thing.
I have modern ones too, but the antiques are the most recent. And no, I don’t carry anything. As I said, I just got the permit for the novelty of it. The other thing is a bonus that was not a factor.
I do have a friend about 100 miles from here who makes cookies with it. But I have no interest in consuming it in any form. Other people are, and my personal preferences should have no bearing on their recreational use of intoxicants.
Couldn’t we just bake into some brownies instead?
My friend was telling me
one night at the dinner table her teenaged grandson announced to his parents that he decided he would never smoke pot.
The parents are realistic, they figured at sometime or another he would try pot and knew they needed a game plan on how to deal with it. So they were a little surprised and pleased by his comment.
As they sat there beaming at their son and congratulating each other on doing a good job parenting, their son says, ‘I’ve been giving it a lot of thought and I think I’d rather bake it in brownies’.