Re: Bluebird
Posted: Fri 1st Mar 2013 06:22 pm
You maybe able to tell from my recent posts, that my mission of getting good black hash at a decent price had not been overly successful. The previous two days had either yielded the shop being sold out or only down to the most expensive hash (umm we all love expensive hash, it maybe the best and I buy/smoke more than my fair share but my wallet unfortunately is not bottomless), I put out a cry for help on here and got the suggestion to go to the blue bird in reply. Yep thats a great shout, having been there before I knew the quality of the smoke, fingers crossed they would be in stock.
The next day came and it was artic cold, snow, wind, ice we could have been in Mosscow. My friend could not take it out and about so we were stuck in the hotel room, lucky I had a massive stash to work my way through. In the end though I had enough and told him 'Im off to see another friend in the usual bar see you in there when your ready'. I felt like captain Scott battling against the elements, at least the streets were quite, I plowed on past the Red lights and onto bluebird. I walked in through the door and the downstairs bar was heaving, I had never seen that before. Then I looked down at myself I was covered in snow, I laugh, go outside and wipe myself down before going back inside and upstairs.
There was no one waiting for the bud so I looked at the menu card, I forgot to look at the 'book of dreams', is it still there? Eventually the bud tender comes round, this time it was a guy rather than the usual women, I get chatting to him telling him about my problems to which he seems a little surprised but glad I had come to them in order to resolve it. Buy now I had given up on the bargin hunt and decided I wanted the best he recommended the Otta 0.8g for €12:50. Back into the cold, of to go and meet matey at the bar.
When I sat down I was eager to smoke the hash, like a kid on Christmas day I got everything ready to roll with a massive grin on my face. I could see the hash was of the highest quality when I was rolling it up. With it burning away in my hand every toke was a buetiful experience. Then my concentration was broken, a Dutch guy had started speaking to me; he asked what I was smoking and if he could try a little, I was in a good mood now so why not. He had a couple of pulls and then his smile was nearly as big as mine. I told him that it was from the bluebird and asked if he knew it, of course he did. We sat speaking about football for about an hour before my mate showed up, enough time to smoke the rest of the Otta.
Thanks Bluebird, only the best, this is going to be the longest month ever waiting my return
The next day came and it was artic cold, snow, wind, ice we could have been in Mosscow. My friend could not take it out and about so we were stuck in the hotel room, lucky I had a massive stash to work my way through. In the end though I had enough and told him 'Im off to see another friend in the usual bar see you in there when your ready'. I felt like captain Scott battling against the elements, at least the streets were quite, I plowed on past the Red lights and onto bluebird. I walked in through the door and the downstairs bar was heaving, I had never seen that before. Then I looked down at myself I was covered in snow, I laugh, go outside and wipe myself down before going back inside and upstairs.
There was no one waiting for the bud so I looked at the menu card, I forgot to look at the 'book of dreams', is it still there? Eventually the bud tender comes round, this time it was a guy rather than the usual women, I get chatting to him telling him about my problems to which he seems a little surprised but glad I had come to them in order to resolve it. Buy now I had given up on the bargin hunt and decided I wanted the best he recommended the Otta 0.8g for €12:50. Back into the cold, of to go and meet matey at the bar.
When I sat down I was eager to smoke the hash, like a kid on Christmas day I got everything ready to roll with a massive grin on my face. I could see the hash was of the highest quality when I was rolling it up. With it burning away in my hand every toke was a buetiful experience. Then my concentration was broken, a Dutch guy had started speaking to me; he asked what I was smoking and if he could try a little, I was in a good mood now so why not. He had a couple of pulls and then his smile was nearly as big as mine. I told him that it was from the bluebird and asked if he knew it, of course he did. We sat speaking about football for about an hour before my mate showed up, enough time to smoke the rest of the Otta.
Thanks Bluebird, only the best, this is going to be the longest month ever waiting my return
