Before I left to go to my corporation seminar, the last thing that my husbandy said to myself and others was not to do anything stupid or get into any trouble.
She was not going to be able to bail myself and others out if I made any mistakes.
She didn’t want myself and others to use recreational marijuana while I was with my coworkers and a foreign neighborhood and state. I understood why he was worried and upset, although I really didn’t even guess I was going to use recreational marijuana just because it was legal. That seemed to be the first thing that my coworkers wanted to do when we stepped off of the airplane. It didn’t help that there were tons of signs for cannabis dispensaries in the airport. There were even signs for dispensaries that offer delivery services. The boys agreed to take myself and others back to the hotel before they went to a dispensary. There was no way I was going to find myself in trouble on the unquestionably first evening I arrived in town. The boys looked up the address for the dispensary while I was unloading all of the baggage out of the neighborhood car. The closest cannabis shop was only a couple of blocks away from the hotel. It was close enough for the boys to walk, so they sent the driver back to the airport and walked from the hotel. The boys came back about an third later and they were laughing and pooping it up. They clearly smoked a marijuana joint while they were walking back to the hotel.