A Big girls trip to the cup, pt 2
Posted: Wed 3rd Dec 2008 12:43 am
No longer a Virgin
Walking in the first thing I noticed was the sweet, fine smell of reefer.
Then the dark wood walls and bar. Nice! Behind the busy bar was a young lady. I moseyed over and said in a very cool way, "I need a buzz so bad I cold scream". She directed me to the back where a man was standing behind a low counter. I repeated my plea to this gentleman and he said "Why don't you try a pre-rolled spiff. It's a good combination, smooth and high but not stupid". Oh hell yes! My kind of place! 
Paying for and picking up my J, I walked back up front to the bar and ordered a drink. Looking over toward the active window, I saw that there was a low window shelf with a few stools. Two stools were already taken by two young heads, one green haired, one with blue hair, who were busy rolling one up. The third stool was empty, so's I grabbed it and had a sit down. The view out the window was a hoot! Small restaurants and art shops where everywhere, the view highlighted by the ever shifting crowd.
Lighting up and taking a few hits, I was doing just fine. Looking over I nodded hi to the guys on my right. The blue haired guy said hi back and we go to shooting the shit, as people will do. They were from Montana and were in the Dam for the cup too. They'd been in town for 3 days already and were having a really good time. We go to talking smoke, of course, and I made mention that I was a reefer gal and not a hasher, never even tried the stuff. (I'm such a purist pain in the ass sometimes)
My two companions right then said that before I became too rigid in my outlook I should at least give it a try, that I shouldn't be stuck up. Hey, when you're right, you're right!.
So I was handed a pipe and proceeded to smoke my lungs out, all for a good cause. It was a really good buzz, no doubt, but kind of deep for me. The young buds were truly an excellent first smoking experience, so, happy, high and full of life. Thanks to them I'm no longer a hash virgin. It wasn't painful at all. Thanks, young heads for a wonderful deflowering.
OOPS, it's 6:30 local time, I had better get out of here and try to find the Victoria Hotel and see what's going on with the Cannabis Cup.
Out the door and on the street, turn left and start looking for a main drag to get me to Central Station. It seems much colder so I wrap my scarf around my neck & head...that's better. Oh, My God! Just look at everything! I'm as high as a Georgia pine! With a zillion lights twinkling all around the view is awesome.
Look, up ahead, a French fry stand, or pomp frits as the locals call them. All of a sudden I'm starving! So I stop and get an order with a spicy Mayo. They were very good. Golden, crisp and hot, everything a potato can aspire to being.
After looking at my map and asking for directions, I'm finally going in the right direction. Suddenly I see the Central Station and know I'm about where I need to be. Turning the corner on my right is the Victoria Hotel, there are buses in front, this looks good. Bunches of people are grouped up in front of the buses waiting to get on and go the Powerzone. Evidently there had been a problem with the transportation and the Powerzone, but things were starting to work out now. Cool! The doors on a cool psychedelic purple bus opened and everyone started loading.
I liked the bus, it had padded seats and tables with build in ashtrays, very smoke friendly. So I did! I still had half a J from the 420 and I lit her up! You could tell that the folks on the bus came from places where if you lit up a cigarette on a bus, let alone a spiff, your tush would be in a sling. Everyone on the bus turned and looked straight at me like I had lost my freakin' mind..
Thank God, somebody in the back yelled out "Hey, ain't this bus smoker friendly?" Everyone smiled, laughed a bit nervously and got their panties out of a bunch. For a moment I was afraid I'd been busted for sure. I could see myself stuck in an Amsterdam hoosegow, restricted to coffee & waffles for 30 days. Within 5 minutes half the bus was smokin' and the other half was waiting their turn to smoke up. Most assuredly the best bus ride I ever had!
*****
OK, here we are pulling up to a building behind a hardware store. Yes, this is the place...the Powerzone, home to the Cannabis Cup! As I came around the corner going to the main doors, I saw a small group of people waiting. Walking up to this group the people from the bus and I asked what was going on. We were told that the cup wasn't open quite yet. So everyone stood around in a group and gabbed for a half hour or so. It was about 7:00p.m. local time by then.
I spoke to a couple of women from California. They were telling me about the weed situation there, that there was some totally kicking smoke. They also said things were pretty good so long as you showed some sense about it all. A great attitude, we could use it where I'm from.
After half an hour or so people were starting to get restless. It was kind of cold, etc., etc., bah, bah, bah. Then a woman standing to my left said "Hey, come on now, everybody's high here". Know what, she's right. Calm down, life's too good to bitch about. Anyway, around this time the crowd started moving inside, to join another crowd, but moving none the less. I got through the sign in and received my badge and goodie bag. They let me in at last!
Not knowing what to do, I just stood there and gawked a bit. Then a guy from Pennsacola who I had been talking to in line said "Hey, I've been here before, let me show ay how it's done". He then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to the first folks selling smoking aids. And viola, I'm taking a good hit. Wonderful, Thanks Pennsacola. And so on and so on, it was totally amazing. Barnies, Green House, Dolphins, Bush Doctor Resin, Abraxis and so may other fine shops were represented. All good product from good people. I was stoned to the bone. A beautiful way to start it up.
So after I knew what to do, I just traveled around the stalls, holding an incredible buzz for 3 hr. or so. I didn't ask very much from the experts that night. Everyone was so busy and rushing about. I had decided just to enjoy it all for now. I was just awestruck.
Another wonderful meeting I had was with the Ladies from the Order of Perpetual Indulgence. Two clever, clever queens and their pretty little hag, dressed all in glam for days, saving lives by handing out packets of condoms...you go girls! A double snap and a scream to ya!!
At around 11:00 or so I came out of the Power Zone, waited about 10 minutes and picked up the shuttle back to the Victoria Hotel. It was a bright, clear cold night, the stars shining brightly. So I walked back to my hotel. There were still people out all over the street. I felt perfectly safe and had a fine walk back. At the hotel I opened the main door, locked it behind me and stumbled up those scary assed stairs into my warm room. I put on jammies, drank 3 glasses of water ( I was so dehydrated) laid down in my little bed and was dead to the world. What a day!
Hestia
Walking in the first thing I noticed was the sweet, fine smell of reefer.
Then the dark wood walls and bar. Nice! Behind the busy bar was a young lady. I moseyed over and said in a very cool way, "I need a buzz so bad I cold scream". She directed me to the back where a man was standing behind a low counter. I repeated my plea to this gentleman and he said "Why don't you try a pre-rolled spiff. It's a good combination, smooth and high but not stupid". Oh hell yes! My kind of place! Paying for and picking up my J, I walked back up front to the bar and ordered a drink. Looking over toward the active window, I saw that there was a low window shelf with a few stools. Two stools were already taken by two young heads, one green haired, one with blue hair, who were busy rolling one up. The third stool was empty, so's I grabbed it and had a sit down. The view out the window was a hoot! Small restaurants and art shops where everywhere, the view highlighted by the ever shifting crowd.
Lighting up and taking a few hits, I was doing just fine. Looking over I nodded hi to the guys on my right. The blue haired guy said hi back and we go to shooting the shit, as people will do. They were from Montana and were in the Dam for the cup too. They'd been in town for 3 days already and were having a really good time. We go to talking smoke, of course, and I made mention that I was a reefer gal and not a hasher, never even tried the stuff. (I'm such a purist pain in the ass sometimes)
My two companions right then said that before I became too rigid in my outlook I should at least give it a try, that I shouldn't be stuck up. Hey, when you're right, you're right!.
So I was handed a pipe and proceeded to smoke my lungs out, all for a good cause. It was a really good buzz, no doubt, but kind of deep for me. The young buds were truly an excellent first smoking experience, so, happy, high and full of life. Thanks to them I'm no longer a hash virgin. It wasn't painful at all. Thanks, young heads for a wonderful deflowering.
OOPS, it's 6:30 local time, I had better get out of here and try to find the Victoria Hotel and see what's going on with the Cannabis Cup.
Out the door and on the street, turn left and start looking for a main drag to get me to Central Station. It seems much colder so I wrap my scarf around my neck & head...that's better. Oh, My God! Just look at everything! I'm as high as a Georgia pine! With a zillion lights twinkling all around the view is awesome.
Look, up ahead, a French fry stand, or pomp frits as the locals call them. All of a sudden I'm starving! So I stop and get an order with a spicy Mayo. They were very good. Golden, crisp and hot, everything a potato can aspire to being.
After looking at my map and asking for directions, I'm finally going in the right direction. Suddenly I see the Central Station and know I'm about where I need to be. Turning the corner on my right is the Victoria Hotel, there are buses in front, this looks good. Bunches of people are grouped up in front of the buses waiting to get on and go the Powerzone. Evidently there had been a problem with the transportation and the Powerzone, but things were starting to work out now. Cool! The doors on a cool psychedelic purple bus opened and everyone started loading.
I liked the bus, it had padded seats and tables with build in ashtrays, very smoke friendly. So I did! I still had half a J from the 420 and I lit her up! You could tell that the folks on the bus came from places where if you lit up a cigarette on a bus, let alone a spiff, your tush would be in a sling. Everyone on the bus turned and looked straight at me like I had lost my freakin' mind..
Thank God, somebody in the back yelled out "Hey, ain't this bus smoker friendly?" Everyone smiled, laughed a bit nervously and got their panties out of a bunch. For a moment I was afraid I'd been busted for sure. I could see myself stuck in an Amsterdam hoosegow, restricted to coffee & waffles for 30 days. Within 5 minutes half the bus was smokin' and the other half was waiting their turn to smoke up. Most assuredly the best bus ride I ever had!
*****
OK, here we are pulling up to a building behind a hardware store. Yes, this is the place...the Powerzone, home to the Cannabis Cup! As I came around the corner going to the main doors, I saw a small group of people waiting. Walking up to this group the people from the bus and I asked what was going on. We were told that the cup wasn't open quite yet. So everyone stood around in a group and gabbed for a half hour or so. It was about 7:00p.m. local time by then.
I spoke to a couple of women from California. They were telling me about the weed situation there, that there was some totally kicking smoke. They also said things were pretty good so long as you showed some sense about it all. A great attitude, we could use it where I'm from.
After half an hour or so people were starting to get restless. It was kind of cold, etc., etc., bah, bah, bah. Then a woman standing to my left said "Hey, come on now, everybody's high here". Know what, she's right. Calm down, life's too good to bitch about. Anyway, around this time the crowd started moving inside, to join another crowd, but moving none the less. I got through the sign in and received my badge and goodie bag. They let me in at last!
Not knowing what to do, I just stood there and gawked a bit. Then a guy from Pennsacola who I had been talking to in line said "Hey, I've been here before, let me show ay how it's done". He then grabbed me by the hand and pulled me over to the first folks selling smoking aids. And viola, I'm taking a good hit. Wonderful, Thanks Pennsacola. And so on and so on, it was totally amazing. Barnies, Green House, Dolphins, Bush Doctor Resin, Abraxis and so may other fine shops were represented. All good product from good people. I was stoned to the bone. A beautiful way to start it up.
So after I knew what to do, I just traveled around the stalls, holding an incredible buzz for 3 hr. or so. I didn't ask very much from the experts that night. Everyone was so busy and rushing about. I had decided just to enjoy it all for now. I was just awestruck.
Another wonderful meeting I had was with the Ladies from the Order of Perpetual Indulgence. Two clever, clever queens and their pretty little hag, dressed all in glam for days, saving lives by handing out packets of condoms...you go girls! A double snap and a scream to ya!!
At around 11:00 or so I came out of the Power Zone, waited about 10 minutes and picked up the shuttle back to the Victoria Hotel. It was a bright, clear cold night, the stars shining brightly. So I walked back to my hotel. There were still people out all over the street. I felt perfectly safe and had a fine walk back. At the hotel I opened the main door, locked it behind me and stumbled up those scary assed stairs into my warm room. I put on jammies, drank 3 glasses of water ( I was so dehydrated) laid down in my little bed and was dead to the world. What a day!
Hestia