|Posted on October 28, 2020 at 2:10 PM|
I missed my illicit doob window.
When I was younger, I dated a swarthy fella who adored pot. For whatever reason, the whole concept of smoking weed made me nervous. I'm not sure if it was the uncertainty over how my body would react, the vague chance that there would be lasting, unwanted effects, or my overactive imagination creating scenarios in which the cops burst in and tackle me on the first puff. Imagine my parents' reaction. They'd leave me in the clink for sure, rotting among the murderers, eventually leading to my virtuosity in the harmonical arts and cup-and-bar percussionism.
In hindsight, that's would have made a good chapter for the memoir. Ah well.
Last year the hubster and I went to Amsterdam with great plans to try a brownie. Ooo, so naughty! Millions of spring breakers never had this idea! But after both catching nasty colds, we decided against it. Six months later, Illinois legalized recreational marijuana, and the delicious taboo was destroyed. I didn't think much about it after that, especially after I saw the prices.
But it's 2020, and it's getting 2020-er by the day. Did you know election night is just around the corner? You may not have seen the commercials. A friend was given a rather apocalyptic list of precautions in a health newsletter, like “be sure you have a full tank of gas” and “develop an emergency plan for your family”. I’m not joking.
Seemed like a sign to me. I was delighted to find that Mindy Segal of Hot Chocolate fame has her own line of gummy and chocolate edibles, so we can be fancy while we space out to the election results. But getting the stuff is almost as hard as when it was illegal. You can’t buy it online directly; you pre-order, then pick up at a dispensary. You also can’t just walk in, though I’m not sure if this has to do with COVID restrictions. You have to register a pickup time with Eventbrite, but only some slots are available at certain times per day, so I’m refreshing the page like a Springsteen fan jonesing for backstage passes.
Speaking of COVID, so far so good…let’s just hope neither of us catch it, especially before The Big Day. I don’t want to wuss out—again—while our stash of white grapefruit gummies taunts me along with our econo-bag of Cheez-Its.
photo stolen from The Reefinery.