Once a year Ed and I return to the neighborhood for a long, passionate weekend! For anyone who knows my area, you might be chuckling at the word “passionate.” Most people don’t feel of romance and passion when they feel of my area, but in our case there is a special reason.
Over 20 years ago, Ed and I were deranged youngsters in love, and my parents didn’t approve, and neither did Ed’s family, so my pal and I always had to sneak around to be together.
Our favorite place to go was home, because it was far enough away that nobody recognized us. My friend and I would rent a hotel room near the neighborhood and spend a night or two being young and having fun; A year later my pal and I made the decision to go to the neighborhood to be secretly married by a Justice of the Peace. Ever since then, my pal and I return every year to celebrate our lifetime of love… and also to buy some amazing cannabis! When my pal and I first started coming to the neighborhood cannabis was not yet legal, these afternoons my section seems to have a cannabis dispensary in every village! In fact, one of the hotels my pal and I first stayed in was razed and replaced by a massive cannabis dispensary. The last time my pal and I made the decision to go my pal and I barely left our hotel room, other than to buy more cannabis, booze, or to sample some of the amazing local seafood. There is nothing like fried fish, and my section has the best I’ve ever tasted, however before my pal and I left, Ed stopped by the cannabis shop and obtained a few packages of edibles for the ride home.