CT Cannawarrior Open Consumption BBQ & Class Picture Day.
Sponsored by the Connecticut Cannabis Coalition
It was opening day of Cannabis legalization in Connecticut. The Connecticut Cannabis Coalition was having a BBQ to celebrate the end of sleazy prohibitional Cannabis laws in the state. I arrived at 4:20. I rode in on a chariot of clouds holding up my doober like I was a runner with the Olympic torch. I pleasurably crashed directly into the existing crowd cloud to find an array of joyful delights.
Hundreds turned out throughout the event for the 1st day of legalization of cannabis. Most stayed even when it rained. Both young and old cheered and toked like is was a THC parade. Rightly so, it’s been a long time coming.
Booths of vendors with glass and vegetative joys were on display to savor. Media outlets came to see the party that represented the end of an era. It’s like a new independence day for many. A new 4th of July. July 1, 2021 will go down in history. The 1st day of cannabis legalization in CT.
Just BudzTable
Sweetiva Table
Dabbin-Dad Table
In designated areas people were making so much smoke that the Gods might notice us again. Music, food, fine beverage, and excellent combustion all in one place. With all this greatness occurring, I feel they needed a ferris wheel.
I made my way through the vendor tables. I was gifted many items to sample throughout my visit. Brownies, Gummies, Joints, Drinks, and Concentrates. “Free Dabs!” Yelled from the far back of the vendor hallway. Every table I walked by had some sort of consumable that they wanted to share with me. Suddenly my cup was running over.
“Are you crying?” Asked Butch, the owner of Sweetiva.
“I’m not crying! You’re crying!” I replied.
Then… He gifted me gummies and a hug. All was right with the world. And then ’POOF’.
Once some of the smoke cleared the waitress was delivering a garlic cheeseburger with truffled tater tots accompanied with an oat soda on the side.
“Where the hell did you come from?” I asked.
“John, you’ve been in here for over a 1/2 hour now typing away over there.” said Pete the owner of The Cellar on Treadwell from across the bar. “Just eat something, you’ll be fine.”
That burger couldn’t have tasted any better… Great staff and an awesome bartender. Completely amazing. The Cellar on Treadwell. 5 stars.
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I headed back into the smokey crowd. I was handed some gummies and a “Peachy Keen.” And that’s how I was left feeling…
I headed back over to The Dabbin-Dad setup. “FREE DABS!!!” yelled Paul the owner of Dabbin-Dad. I felt obligated to jump right in. After 36 of those and a new T-Shirt I decided to walk around and talk to people and get some feedback on current events.
And the tag is a sticker. Pretty cool.
“I never thought I would see this day.”
“I love it. This is how it’s supposed to be.”
“This is ALL happy stuff. Nice people, good food, and great gifts.”
Many were glad, but some were not so happy about the new laws that are now in place. Many advocates claimed the bill still needed some extra effort and that there was still a lot of work ahead. I get it… Nothing’s perfect. But let’s enjoy the day. There’s a lot to be happy about.
People can just walk around with 1.5 ounces of flower (or equivalent) with another 5 ounces on stand by in their house or even in a locked glove box in their car. Starting in October all Cannabis patients can grow 3 plants in flower and have 3 in veg not exceeding 12 per household. That’s not terrible even though it only took about 9 years for that to happen.
“Would you like some of my 4 gram 24k gold joint?” asked the owner of the golden spectacle. I suddenly felt like I was in a weird version of a Grey Poupon commercial.
“Hell yah!” I replied. “Now show me where’s the goose that lays these golden blunts.”
Unfortunately there was no goose.
The party raged on until the skies had darkened. Then the people began to send more smoke signals while the fireworks bursted in the air and the girls in leather g-strings danced the night away. The music played on while people dabbed and shared their joys. Oh wait, more fireworks.
As the evening began to slow and merchants began to breakdown for the day, I saw many (if not all) of the old faces. The layers of people that had contributed their time, efforts, and passions to seeing an end to Cannabis prohibition in CT over the years. Some have been at this with their shoulder to the plow since 1972. They came to attend and finally see that one of the biggest fights of their life was finally over. We did it. We did it together. And we all celebrated the victory together. There are too many to name, but I love you all.
Now we can all go back to being normal.
Be good to yourself,
And everyone else…
