First of all, thank you for all the love after yesterday’s post on anxiety. Today is a new day that I could only reach with the help of friends and family and that’s you!
That said, you know what also helps with anxiety? Mary Jane. Ganja. Herb. Green.
I moved to Seattle before legal, recreational marijuana was a thing, but even then I was excited to go to Hempfest. Just to see so many marijuana enthusiasts was beautiful and, then as Jimi Hendrix wafted out the speakers we descended upon Myrtle Edwards Park which sits right on the Sound and the collective smoke from a hundred bowls met in the sky: an actual Purple Haze. There were suits and ties, belly chains and hula hoops all undulating to the same pulse. I didn’t have a camera back then, so, you can imagine, legal, recreational weed and a dSLR for Hempfest 2015 was YASSSSSS!
We had a lovely time just wandering around. Seattle is that quirky town I love. The weirdos! Weirdos make me feel comfortable, I feel like I’m surrounded with my people.
Also, the curls were doing the damn thang, am I right?
Getting in was faster than ever before. There was a clutch of police officers at the entrance, and in a boat. There was also a drone watching us, so, that’s 2015 for ya. But no one was acting too crazy and it wasn’t too-too crowded.
It was this perfectly Seattle overcast day and then all of a sudden the sun came out and we were cooking and booking to the shade. These guys tickled me, all lined up rolling, packing and…taking a photo of that bud.
Manticore Stencil Art booth was definitely a favorite. And we learned that shaved ice causes brain freeze.
And there were so many pipes and bongs. We saw this guy just wander by with a six-footer like it was two-for-Tuesday.
Good times, Hempfest!
Thanks for venturing out with me. Our laws aren’t the best, but they’re trying. An afternoon at Hempfest, smiling and laughing and dancing with strangers who are only there to have a good time, reminds us that we’re not alone.