NECCA & Dabbin-Dad
It’s this kid the cutest? I want to pinch his cheeks. Before I get into another Bizarre Bazaar tale, I wanted to bring something up. The High Bazaar is helping a boy named Hunter to get a service dog! This is not just any service dog, but one trained as a Guiding Autism Service Dog. Seeing eye dogs are expensive, but these dogs are REALLY expensive. This family needs some help and we want to help them in their time of need. Every exhibitor of The High Bazaar has a flyer on their table with a link to Hunter’s GoFundMe page and will continue to do so until Hunter gets his service dog, which you can get to right here. Let’s help Hunter’s family get this wonderful little boy his dog… Thank you.
This is a tale which begins 10/13 at The Cellar on Treadwell. It’s 7pm and this place is packed like someone was handing out free passes for a ride on the Space-X Rocket 🚀. Who the hell are all of these people and what are they all doing here on a Wednesday night? They were all here to register as an exhibitor for The High Bazaar. I’m glad I got my Fancy Tots early, The Cellar on Treadwell ended up with orders 60 deep and had to end their kitchen requests. It was an amazing mad house.
I was meeting many new people. People telling me who they were, what they do, what their plans were for the legal market next year, and everything in between. It was suddenly like an Exhibitor-Bazaar.
Here, have a gummy. Would you like to try a cupcake 🧁? Smoke this, drink that… Who wants a Dab? Cannagars were lit on fire and we all walked through the fog for a few moments and I thought “Wow. It’s only Wednesday.”
As I moved through the crowd in a serpentine type fashion I ran into some familiar faces, Guy Fawkes with red Xs for eyes. The Gas Pak Boyz CT. I like these guys and they’ve become a staple around here. They’re bizarre, weird and twisted… Good people. We snuck away to talk about doing an article and smoked some their Trufflez strain. It was delish… And it was nice to get away from that crowd for a minute and just chill with some people who were just a strange as me.
We fast forward to Saturday morning. A wonderful morning with clear skies and the whole day ahead of us.
I was greeted by The Hemperial Guard at the inflated skull entrance of The High Bazaar.
These guys are always so serious. I always try to get them to break form and make them laugh. Sometimes they laugh, sometimes they look at me like I’m insane. I find both scenarios entirely hilarious.🤣
My brain suddenly shifts into caffeination mode. In my mind, I can already smell the coffee grounds… My minds eye can see hot water being poured in a circular motion over coffee grounds until everything is evenly saturated. The rest of the water is then poured in to reach maximum capacity and forming the high watermark. The hot water moves through and past the ground coffee beans leaving a wonderful aroma in it’s wake. Just a few drips left. It’s important to let it finish so that the flavor is equally distributed throughout the container. Mmm… The smell is delightful.
“Hi John. Want a coffee?” Said a voice. I was day dreaming again…
“Huh? Yes, I would love a cup.” I replied.
That’s when I dawned on me, I was standing at the I Can’t Believe It’s Pot Coffee exhibit. I had arrived. I love these guys and they love me back with sugar and cream weed infusion in my cup of caffeinated goodness. I make it a stop at every single event. These guys are the Coffee House of the future, hands down. Up yours Starbucks! If you’ve never tried this stuff, get up and come down to The High Bazaar already. This stuff cannot be purchased in any stores, but it’s an exclusively exhibit right here. It’s good coffee from great people with the vision that created a beverage that makes love to your stomach. Not meant for the novice consumer, too many of these and you’ll be poured into a cup.
Do I smell sage?
Sage was lit on fire and spread throughout The High Bazaar via electric scooter 🛴. If the sage doesn’t get rid of the bad mojo, Joe on an electric scooter will scare them away for sure. It must be working… I want to run away.
I’m caught in the tractor beam and being pulled in. There was no sense in resistance, this meeting was inevitable.
I was greeted by Gram Knightly, the honorary Dab Bartender. He had his lab coat on, so I guess he was ready. This time around I was looking at an assortment 22 different flavors. This is the largest number to date. I can only guess that this number is going to keep going up. I look forward to hitting Baskin Robbins status. I want to see 32 flavors up on that board. After some Motor Breath, Gelato, Chem Dawg, King Cookies, and some Georgia Pie I was feeling a little light headed and thought it would be a good time to go for a walk.
Only here can you find a banana 🍌 blowing glass.
Astronauts embracing aliens 👽.
Just walking around dead like it’s no big deal…
Pumpkin Bongs! Awesome BTW!!!
And Uncle Pat practicing to be a Vampire Bat. If I didn’t have pictures of any of this stuff, no one would believe me.
“Hey Johnny! Want to hang and smoke some Train Wreck?” Asked DabPunk.
“Always.” I replied.
Train Wreck is a staple in Northern Cali. and common in the bay area. This stuff is amazing. This sativa has earthy aromas and flavors that pass along hints of lemon and pine. This was really nice. It burned nice and slow and burned evenly until the bitter end. Never had to relight it or fix it from tracking. Nice earthy flavors on the intake with the spicy pines on the exhaust. A real heavy hitter too. It has a higher THC content and high myrcene levels hitting you like, well.. A Train Wreck. In the end it left me feeling really baked and happy while putting a little extra spring in my step. 👍🏻
As always, time flys when you’re having fun. This day flew by extra quickly it seems. Before I knew it the day was over and we were packing it in and calling it quits. A few of us headed over to The Cellar on Treadwell to hang out.
The day ended here, but this was where the real magic came into play. This is the incubator. Thoughts flow here like a like raging rivers and ideas can move mountains or in this case jack-o’-lanterns. Plus it’s all high fives and chest bumps around here. What a bunch of freaks! The caldron brews. As much as a weird background there may be right now… More of a freak show is yet to come. Part V is Devil’s Night. Boo!