Rocky Mountain High

In case you missed it in all the New Year’s excitement over North Korea’s Kim Jong Un’s greatest decision, ever, or that other Kim, Kardashian, surrounding her infant daughter with choking hazards, it looks like we can now buy and sell (and smoke!) weed in Colorado without going to prison for the rest of our natural born lives.

There’s a neat little photo gallery over on the Washington Post showing all the potheads law abiding citizens rejoicing.  You can view the photos here. Like me, I’m sure you’ll find the photo of the father and son waiting in line together to buy dope on New Year’s Day particularly heartwarming.

This isn't even a gin rickey, it's a photo of a martini!

Just add some rickey to that gin and you’re all set.

My handful of experiences with marijuana all came during college in desperate attempts to be thought of as cool, or hip, or at least not the awkward girl.  I thought smoking pot was another step (like drinking coffee, having sex, and ordering a gin rickey) I needed to take in order to transform from this gawky girl into a sophisticated woman.  I also wanted to be a writer and I felt my life thus far had not provided me with the experiences I needed in order to have something about which to write. Surely, smoking pot would give me something to write about!

And it did: this blog post.

So it was with more excitement than trepidation that I agreed when Eric Penderton asked me if I wanted to leave a party and go outside and smoke pot with him.  And because I wanted to walk on the wild side but not get too wild, I insisted my room mate, Julie, come with us.

Eric reluctantly agreed and the three of us tramped outside to his Hyundai Elantra where Eric was

disappointed a second time when he got in the front seat by himself while Julie and I got in the backseat together.  Eric took his stash from the glove box, lit the joint, and then passed it to me.  I inhaled, held the smoke in my lungs as instructed, and passed it to Julie before exhaling.

Me:  (exhaling) Do you feel anything?  I don’t feel anything.

I probably would have fucked him if he drove a nicer car.

This is what your Hyundai smells like.

Julie:  I don’t feel anything.

Eric:  You have to wait a minute.  Sheesh.  (passing me the joint) Take another hit.

Me:  (after repeating the procedure) I still don’t feel anything.  I don’t think it’s working.  Can it not work?

Julie: (eyeing the joint suspiciously) Are you sure this is marijuana?

Eric: Of course it is!

Me: (giggling)  Maybe it’s not even marijuana!  Maybe it’s a Marlboro Light he just gave us!

Julie: (laughing) Or a Pall Mall, like my grandfather smokes.

Eric: (through clenched teeth) Get out of my car.

After that experience, I realized gawky girls who have smoked weed aren’t all that different from gawky girls who have not smoked weed.  My experience smoking pot left me mostly unchanged, just with a lingering acrid aroma.

I have to wonder if marijuana would have had the same allure if it had been legal. I found that drinking alcohol became much less fun after I turned twenty-one.  Now that it’s legal there, will smoking pot in Colorado, instead of being edgy and dangerous, become just another activity co-opted by the masses, like wearing Uggs?  Will smoking weed be as fun when our parents are doing it?  They’ve already ruined Facebook.*

*Your parents didn’t ruin Facebook.  It already sucked.

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5 thoughts on “Rocky Mountain High

  1. Michelle at The Green Study says:

    I wish I hadn’t followed some of your links – more confirmation that weed might make the world a better place. I am curious about how legalization will impact the drug trade. I’m not concerned about people being lazier, unmotivated and in need of constant snacks – TV has been legal for years.


    • Karen says:

      Though I didn’t write about it here, but the conflict between state and federal law (it’s still illegal to possess and distribute marijuana under Federal law, though the Justice Department has kinda sorta said it will “look the other way”) has been a topic of great discussion among pointy headed legal scholars since the initiatives passed in Colorado and Washington state.

      So I’m interested to see how those particular issues will be resolved.

      If the Feds don’t enforce existing law, I’m not sure how we don’t see a domino effect, with lots of states legalizing marijuana in the very near future, especially if there are pronounced economic benefits (tourism, revenue) in these “early adopter” states.


  2. Joyce says:

    I hadn’t been aware of that particular news on the Kims. Thanks for that. My use of pot was more extensive, although I fared no better. It took me a very long time to realize that it made me quite paranoid. For instance, I’d be smoking with a room full of people and think, “These people don’t like me.” Now that can be awkward. I was much better off for quitting.

    Heard an interesting story about a California sheriff trying to support and police local medical marijuana laws, who found himself at odds with federal law. The sheriff lost.


    • Karen says:

      Fortunately, I never experienced paranoia the few times I tried it. I’m paranoid enough without marijuana in my life, and always assume most people don’t like me.


      Yes, the world would be a much better place without the Kims.


  3. Ben says:

    Sounds like your friend had shitty weed. If I had offered it up to you and your pal you would both have had something to remember.


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