10:45 am. Deep kushy bubble.
Quiet City. Happy geek. Her camera.
Utopia to Voyagers.
I bop up the stairs to find a good crowd, including Captain Ryan, and HighlyBlessed behind the counter.
“Hi,-” I greeted HB by name.
“Hello! nice to see you again.”
“I just got into town, so please show me whatever is really great right now.” HB reached behind him and pulled out the Casey Jones and the G13 immediately. He opened the G-13 first and my nose was filled with a piney fresh rosemary and bright citrus aroma. “Yum, I’ll take a gram of that.”
The Casey Jones had this rich Sumatran coffee smell that had my mouth watering. I was just about to order up a gram of that as well when HB put the open container of the Purple Strawberry Bliss in front of me.
Voyager's Purple Strawberry Bliss
“It doesn’t look like much, but everyone is going crazy for it.” The jar was full of airy buds that were covered in sugary crystals and tinged with purple. It smelled like gummy candies and baby sick.
“I think it’s pretty, all sparkly and purple. I’ll take a gram of that too.” Poor Casey would have to wait, at least a minute. As HB weighed out my weed I added, “I’m actually staying here at the hotel this trip, so I was hoping I could pay now and leave my bag.”
HB looked up and smiled, “Right. Amy? We’ve put you in room 2, and it’s actually ready.” I felt like a total stoner princess as we settled up and HB made a latte for me. It was about 11:15, and I decided to smoke my next joint up in my room while I unpacked. I was about to head out the door when Mrs. HB walked in, and we caught up for a few minutes while I sipped my latte. The delay proved fortuitous because just as I turned to leave, I remembered I had no grinders and no papers. (And lets try not to make the same mistakes over and over again, silly monkey, that gets monotonous.)
Voyager's G-13
I walked back up to the bar and asked for “papers and a light purple grinder.” HB asked me which papers, and I mumbled something incoherent, as there are only Smoking Blue papers here on the mountaintop, so I haven’t really ever developed any papers preferences. HB passed me a pack of the Smoking Brown papers, along with a grinder. I grabbed half a dozen filters and took the short trip around the corner and up the stairs to my room.
I snapped a few quick pictures of the G-13 before I ground a little more than half of that perfect bud for my joint. The aroma was of fresh lime and pine forest, fruitier than the G-13 I used to smoke in grad school in North Carolina, but with that same unmistakable rosemary and pine tree edge. The texture was sublime, sticky and dense. It rolled up into a beautiful fat joint that was burning in an instant.
Voyager's G13
The smoke was smooth and piney tasting, with a dry pucker-y finish as I exhaled a huge, fragrant cloud. The stone began its slow embrace immediately, and I felt my shoulders relax as my head fogged pleasantly. I leaned back on the bed and watched people stream by outside. As I took another deep I watched a fifty-something tourist couple watch me smoke with interest. I smiled and waved my joint at them, and the woman grabbed the man’s arm and quickly dragged him out of sight.
As I continued to smoke I wandered around and took my few clothes out of my tote bag, so that they wouldn't wrinkle. The room had great windows, a great bathtub, a comfortable bed, and was reasonably clean. I was satisfied with my rather spartan crash-pad, and thrilled with it’s location and price, which left me plenty of money for smoking.
Time before the crawl was drawing short as my joint burned quickly down. I was completely wrapped in a calm warm lazy stone as I sorted my stash before the toke and talk. I decided to bring the Bubba Kush with me, and leave the Citronella for another time. I finished my latte and focused on rolling a joint of Purple Strawberry Bliss to share downstairs in a few minutes.
Voyager's Purple Strawberry Bliss
The weed gave off the most magnificent sour raspberry, lime, and sick smell and felt a bit like wet sugar hitting the rolling paper. The soft lavender and sage tones of the bud sparkled against the light tan paper, and it rolled up tight and even. This was a joint that would get Gapie’s approval, I thought happily, as I picked up my bag and headed out, joint in hand.
. Wish I could of been there with you .
