Occasionally get to travel to cool areas for work but mostly it's shitsville or a military base.
Anyhow, got to spend a couple nights in Denver last week. If you're a pothead from the South that used to talk to your buds about how great it would be to buy weed legally one day then laugh for 3 hours because you know some blue-hair reefer madness ******* will never allow it then, you should be required to visit a dispensary.
It's like walking into Rupp for the first time. Chills. I am still a little shocked that there are several hundred of these places all up and running yet it's still illegal on a federal level.
The conversation about which products would be the best for the next 6 or 7 hours I had before sleep was my second favorite part. It felt like going to the doctor but not where you explain what hurts instead, tell someone that this is the varying levels of f'd up you want to be over the course of an evening.
So after a few minutes, we settled on some lollipops and Indica chocolate for sleep.
I asked him if I could take a picture and the only stipulation is they can't be in the pic then asked of what. Told him something to make my brother jealous so he pulls out the tray of the jars with varying types of smoke. Yes, that's the picture I want. He just...I don't know...really understood me.
If you want to have the best feeling 6 hours in Denver, buy some edibles, hit the bar for some high alcohol IPAs and let the altitude do the rest.