In the savage heart of Uncasville, Connecticut, where the Thames River whispers tales of the past, there lies a monument to chance and capitalism – the Mohegan Sun. This isn’t just a casino, it’s a testament to the unbeatable spirit of the Mohegan Tribe, a beacon of light in the wilderness, a dream carved out of the Connecticut woods.
The Mohegan Sun rose from the ashes of the old world, opening its doors back in 1996. It isn’t just a casino, it’s a symbol, a statement, a defiant fist raised against the odds. It was the gamble that paid off. Today, it’s a world unto itself, a microcosm of excess and excitement.
They were keeping up with the spirit of the place by hosting The Connecticut Cannabis Expo, presented by XpoCanna Cannabis Conventions And Exhibitions, ignited the Sky Convention Center at Mohegan Sun on February 24-25, 2024, and it was one hell of a trip!
There I was, perched in the cockpit of an A-Wing fighter, the car flipped the bird to the pavement as I prepared to blast off into the abyss. The call of the wildebeest beckoned me, a primal urge coursing through my veins like hellfire.
With a joint clenched between my teeth, I knew the risks. I knew it was wrong, but I did it anyway, I embraced the madness. The smoke curled around my head as I ignited the engines, the rumble of power vibrating through every fiber of my body, spirit, and vehicle.
In that moment, I was a renegade, a seeker of the unknown, hurtling through the roadways with reckless abandon. The streets blurred into streaks as I hurtled towards destiny, The Wildebeest waiting on the horizon like a specter of the sublime.
In the haze of adrenaline and smoke, I found solace on the edge of the yellow line, a madman in pursuit of the ultimate high. Angst and chaos be damned, in the heart of the speed, I found freedom. Even if only for an hour ride…
The wildebeest and I, under freezing conditions, loading the van with all the supplies needed for the after-party of a lifetime.
There we were, amidst the chaos and excitement, stacking tables, tents, and enough good vibes to power a small city. The anticipation hung thick in the air, crackling with the promise of unforgettable moments and wild escapades.
As we slammed the doors shut and revved the engine, the wildebeest and I exchanged a knowing glance, the spark of adventure twinkling in our eyes. The road ahead stretched out like a ribbon of possibility, beckoning us forth into the unknown.
When we arrived you could tell that the air was filled with electricity, a nexus of cannabis enthusiasts, entrepreneurs, and the curious had descended upon Connecticut’s cannabis scene like moths to a flame.
Titans of industry mingled, swapping tales of triumph and tragedy, navigating the ever-shifting tides of legality and opportunity. This was not your grandma’s tea party; this was where the wild ones roamed. I mean, we were here.
I found myself navigating this chaotic playground, a psychedelic carnival. The trade show was a realm where one could attend seminars on everything from advocacy or cultivation. Mother Nature’s green magic was unraveled at the convention center.
But a sobering twist awaited. Amidst the pulsating lights and swirling visions, security intercepted me upon my 8th re-entry, their expressions were a blend of unamusement and stern resolve.
“Sir, I’m afraid you can’t be here with that,” one of them gestured at the unmistakable plastic baggie full of joints at the bottom of my bag.
Confusion clouded my mind as I asked, “Wait? I can’t go into a weed expo with weed?”
Their response was a shake of the head, and with a heavy heart, I was escorted from the neon-lit oasis, the harsh reality of convention rules.
And as I watched the festivities continue without me, I couldn’t help but ponder the absurdity of it all. In a world where cannabis reigned supreme, where the green herb was celebrated in all of its forms, how could I be barred from the very heart of the spectacle for carrying what seemed like a token of devotion?
The afternoon whispered no answers.
“Maybe I shouldn’t have sang about Poop in front of the Curaleaf table.” I thought to myself.😉
And so, with a smile on my face and a pocketful of contraband, I departed, leaving behind a trail of smoke and unanswered questions. F*** It, man. Let’s party.
Dabbin-Dad, the legendary stockist of all things potent, had erected the dab bar at the Cannacticut after-party. It shimmered like a beacon of enlightenment amid the sea of pleasure seekers. The air hummed with the promise of euphoria, as enthusiasts and aficionados alike gravitated towards this Dabbin-Dad temple of indulgence.
With each passing moment, the Cannacticut after-party swelled with the collective euphoria of this assembled horde. The dab rig glowed like a mighty firefly in the night, their curls of vapor intertwining with the laughter and conversation that filled the air.
But amidst the swirling haze of camaraderie, I embarked on a mission of my own. Armed with bundle of contraband, I ventured forth, offering up joints like tokens of fellowship. The response was incendiary, as smiles spread like wildfire and hands eagerly reached out to accept this offering of communal bliss. Bonds were forged, friendships kindled, and memories etched into the fabric of time itself. The Cannacticut after-party became a testament to the enduring spirit of unity and celebration, a testament to the power of cannabis to bring people together in joyous communion.
And as the night began to come to a close and the echoes of laughter faded, I couldn’t help but marvel at the magic that had unfolded before my eyes. In a world divided by barriers and boundaries, cannabis had become the great equalizer, a source of solace and solidarity for all who dared to enter our domain.
As we bid farewell to the Cannacticut after-party, my heart swelled with gratitude for the bonds forged and the memories made. For in that fleeting moment of collective euphoria, we had transcended the mundane and touched the very essence of human connection.
And so, with a smile upon my lips and the scent of cannabis lingering in the air, I ventured forth into the night and headed for home…
Stay Weird,
