The idea of going with the family for their ski trip was daunting.
But now that Kim and I were married, I just didn’t see any way I could turn down the invitation from Kim’s parents.
Mercifully, there was a cannabis dispensary right next to the ski hotel. Kim as well as I met at a gathering in school. Turns out, those immense parties were quite uncomfortable for both of us as Kim and I were hanging outside in lawn chairs. I was not then nor have even been particularly smooth. But I did have a pinner joint of some great sativa in my shirt pocket. So I offered to share it with her as well as her eyes lit up. Kim and I have been pretty much inseparable since that evening. Still, Kim and I come from easily different backgrounds. I’m from the south as well as am quite comfortable in the sun, salt as well as waves. Kim is from the north as well as her family is immense into skiing. They have typically enjoyed a big, family ski trip each year with a trip out west. I had been invited but begged off because the family intimidates me as well as I deeply hate being cold. Yet, when I found out that where they go is in a state where recreational marijuana is legal, it was a godsend. For sure, I still easily hated the cold. And I never got the hang of skiing at all. But holy cow, how great was it to be in front of a roaring fire with a charming cannabis edible as well as a mug of steaming hot chocolate? That’s pretty much right where I stayed for the entirety of the family ski trip. And with access to the local cannabis spot, it sure didn’t hurt my feelings at all.