Cape Side Woes

The Italian and I took an impromptu trip for what we call "luxury camping." We camp in a tent outside his families cape house where we have wifi and access to the pool and bathhouse and usually hit up a restaurant for dinner and have lunch on the beach from the seasonal seafood shacks. During the morning rush and rush-of-mood-swings, I was packing up my purse (weed, camera, bowl, lighter, snacks, etc) and realized all that shit wasn't going to fit in it. So, in comes my huge ass suede reptile print hobo. And you know what I forgot to take out of the other purse? My fuckin' weed. I always put it in the inside zipper pocket and clearly, my x-ray vision is out of commission. Like last week, we went to the beach and I took my little pipe from Costa Rica (pictured) and I had a wonderful time. I love the lid on it!!

Imagine my freak out when, after setting up the tent, I'm ready for a bowl and I don't have it. Since my anxiety has been through the roof lately, it wasn't a pleasant scene. My boyfriend, being the wonderful man he is, offered to drive me back to Boston from the Cape (and back to the Cape again, if I so desired). Of course, it's super sweet, but also kind of ridiculous. So, I sucked it up and am doing the drug-free thing for 24 hours.

After sleeping on the ground though, I'm in desperate need of a bowl, my bed, and tonight's yoga class. As of now, we're both in the tent, rocking the Notorious B.I.G. Pandora station, pecking away at our laptops, me blogging and him reading the news (probably, mostly, soccer news). We woke up at 6 o'clock in the morning to the sound of crows well, crowing and the noises of other fauna on Cape Cod. It was also pretty sweet when last night at about 3:30 in the morning when the sprinklers went off and were pounding our tent. Not.

It's kind of a tradition for me to smoke where ever we go (oh, you're surprised?). I usually toke on the car on the drive, windows cracked just enough for the smoke to escape but not enough to make lighting a bowl impossible. I know, I know, "why don't you spark up a joint?" Well, I'm just really not a fan of joints. I feel like so much weed is wasted! Especially when it's windy and then that shit just burns freely when you're not puffing on it. Last year for our anniversary we took a trip to Vermont and rented a hotel room. And damn straight I smoked in that hotel room! When I go back home, I smoke that dirty Mexican schwag all day everyday. That is, until it makes me pass out for my afternoon nap, usually around 4 o'clock. The only place I don't get to smoke when I visit is NYC. None of my friends who live there smoke so I don't know where to pick up, and I'm not really down with taking an eighth with me on the Bolt/Megabus.

I'm guessing most of you take a break when you're on vacation or weekend trips. but shit, I just don't want to.
Stay Stoned ♥

A headline is worth 1000 words.

And this headline is spot on. Buzzkill of the Day. Notable selections: "Marijuana growth uses 1% of all U.S. energy... Buzzkill, stoner pals. Your weed is really bad for the environment... Smoking a single joint is the same as leaving a 100-watt light bulb on for 17 hours. For you more committed drug peddlers out there, each kilo is the same as five cross-country drives in a 44-mpg car." Wow, it has never occurred to me what effect weed has on the environment. I mean, I live semi-green. I take the subway and walk, and uhm, I use reusable mugs and bottles... I guess that's about it. Maybe I'm not so green. But I'm always smoking the green. Shit man! 100 watts for 17 hours? I mean, I smoke bowls and they're smaller and there's not paper burning so that's better, right?

This is an old article I've been meaning to post it, but you know, I'm lazy and get stoned and things don't pan out like they should, especially on the blog. I need more inspiration. Actually, I'm lying, I have a few posts I want to make in mind, but one of them involves the scanner and that's just so daunting, and so much effort. Ha. Ridiculous, but whatever. Anyway, this is crazy! I wonder how long it takes me to smoke 1000 grams. That's kind of a lot... too much for me to fathom.

RIP Papa Bear

A mere 4 months ago I bought my new bong. Tuesday it slipped out of my hands and hit the bathroom floor and well, you can guess that it's history. UGHHHHHHH. This is why we can't have nice glassware! I suck! I was running late for work so I left the glass on the floor (the entire base shattered) and taped the door shut crime scene style. So now I only have the vape and my bowl, the Blue Ghost. I feel like something is seriously missing in my life. I'm trying not to be too hard on myself, but damnit!! It was still a baby! It was just too young to die! Perhaps I should wear black today as a sign of mourning. Cause God knows I can't afford a new percolator bong right now. I should throw a donate button up on this bitch...

Smoke Me.

Up until a few days ago I kept my weed in a prescription bottle; It seems to be the container of choice for many, as well as the preferred method of distribution in California. I used to leave it in the plastic baggie, but nobody likes dry green. Then I used to put it in a larger glass jar from Ikea, but that was too big and bulky, so then I switched to the prescription bottle.

Well, I'm ditching the orange plastic in favor of this glass spice jar I bought at Chelsea Market for like $3 on my most recent trip to the city (I also bought half a pound of proscuitto but that's a whole other story). It screamed Alice and Wonderland to me so I got high and did some arts and crafts and TA-DA! I have a wonderful smoke jar that I love looking at on my shelf.

So stoners, what do you keep your weed in? The baggie? A jar? Prescription bottle? An Altoid's tin? Alice's potion bottle?

♥ Stay Stoned