My dealer sent me to the bay area for a labor conference.
Myself & two other employees were selected & I truthfully felt pretty enjoyable about the trip.
I had not been to San Francisco in a long time & I was looking forward to enjoying some of that night life. I knew the two of us would be tied up with seminars & educational classes throughout the afternoon, but the evening is always up for grabs. I have been to a bunch of seminars this year, but most of them have been close to home. I was certainally happy about going to San Francisco, because California has legal recreational marijuana. It had been a entirely long time since I had gotten high. As soon as the two of us arrived in the city, I rented a car from the airport. I told the guys that I would meet them at the hotel. I was thankful that the dealer splurged for each 1 of us to have our own rental car. The last time the two of us had to go somewhere, the two of us had 1 rental car for multiple people & it was terribly inconvenient. I felt like a teenager asking my mom & dad for permission to use the car on a Wednesday night, but when the two of us made the decision to go to San Francisco I had my own car, so I could go anywhere that I wanted. I chose to head directly to a recreational marijuana dispensary as soon as I left the airport area. The closest recreational marijuana corporation was 2 miles south of the San Francisco airport. I drove there & walked inside of the building to place an order. I was already inside of the building when 1 of my coworkers walked through the living room.