the first shop i hit was the other side and the first strain i tried was jack herer, a good/bad idea that one, good 'cos it wrapped me up in that lovely warm jack fluffy blanket of complete stonedness, bad 'cos it stopped my body and mind functioning as a single entity- and the next three days are a complete blur of coffee shops, people watching, laughing, eating and being put to bed by my wife at least twice a day
so, sorry all round to anybody that expected a decent round up of what was going on in the city, i was just too busy getting fucked up, but sure that's what it's all about anyway.
peace