I Went to California and All I Got Was this Lousy Head Cold!

I could never be able to afford to do this normally, post-disability, but I had some airline flight credit I had to use before it expired, so I took off to see bestie C.S. (not Lewis).

What ended up being the most exotic thing I did was going to a "sesh." I loathe that term, don't even know what it's shorthand for, and it just makes me feel like a poseur to say it since I'm not part of that culture.

In case you don't know what a "sesh" is, it's basically an only quasi-legal farmer's market for shit tons of weed.* Like Shit. Tons. Of. Weed.. I've never seen anything remotely like this. Nothing. Growers with the equivalent of multiple small garbage bags full of ounces and ounces of cannabis, in multiple strains, and as I observed, usually three strains per booth. It was pretty ridiculous.

To give you an idea of the scope of this scenario, I can't becount the number of tables set up by the growers. The two rows of growers snaked all over a large property, and was just crazy big to my virgin eyes. There had to have been 40-50 booths, I really don't know, but it was crazy I tell you, crazy.

I didn't buy anything, even though I had been on the lookout for a nice CBD infusion topical cream for my aching hands, but I was so overwhelmed, I had no idea from whom to buy! There is a guy I regret not buying from, actually, but, doubt I can do anything about that now!

The problem was that there was some family drama, and then to saddle up the dramallama,  C.S.'s child brought home a head cold.....

Oh Boy!! Omg I wanted to sterilize everythinggggg, but how could I? It wasn't my house, and how do you tell a child in their own home, "DON'T TOUCH THAT OR YOU'LL KILL ME!!"

And it's true. I am immunosuppressed, so my odds versus germs are basically bunk, but, I just had to strap in for the inevitable! And hoo-doggy, did that inevitable ever come!!

I was there from a Friday night to a Wednesday morning. I woke up in th middle of the night Sunday, and there, I felt it, the tickle in my nose and throat that made me say "HELLO ILLNESS MY OLD FRIEND!! Thanks for showing up on vacay!!" Monday morning brought me to full misery status.

C.S. had to work, so it gave me bonding time with his girlfriend, and plenty of time to rest in bed, rest that I desperately needed to accrue for that evil, high altitude journey home.... And boy-howdy did that suck! In the immortal words of Tod Flanders, "Ow! My freaking ears!"

I wish I were at leisure to talk about what happened there in toto, because it was deep, and it made me feel like I had purpose to be there at that moment, but it is too personal and not my journey to share. Suffice it to say I inserted myself into a lot of complicated storylines and gave plenty of unsolicited advice, but, that's pretty much standard for one of my vacations!

Despite the mayhem, I had a dreamscape of a time--and I hope to go back under less germy circumstances!

Love to C., J., and little petri dish A.,
Your Eternal Buttinsky,
 XOXtine

*PLEASE don't forget California is a legal cannabis state!