I'm an old fart. So I'm going to assume blaze up means smoking pot.
I just returned home after a visit with the kid out in Mountain View California, and a visit to Oregon where I'm purchasing a friends share of a vineyard there. He has just closed on a villa
in Panama and is retiring there, at 57 nice. I plan to take him up on his invite. He and his friend have a 4 home compound on 23 acres just for the two families. His home sale in Calif. more than covered the cost of his compound. He has 18 acres of bananas, and produces I forget how many tons? His crop is already bought for the next 10 years whether he makes his minimum or not.
That income is greater than his income in the states as a doctor.
Anyway, I had a few eye opening experiences while there. Pot seems to be part of everyday life. I understand just about anyone with a small pain can get a medical card for pot and can have up to 8 ounces of dried or ? how many live plants. Even minors under 18 can get a card if they are on their own and working. It sounds regulated but I think the State is happy for the fee required to attain a card.
Had dinner with many folks in the tech. industry and it was second nature to smoke after dinner. Well, most I met don't smoke, to messy and smelly, they vaporize it. Everyone has their own little machine. Also guest machines. I refrained while in Calif. but when I got to Oregon, oh my! they have recreational use there.
Before dinner at the vineyard one night, the chef asked me if I wanted a few gummy bears before dinner. I took a small handfull. He said, oh, BTW those are 90's. I didn't have a clue. I ate a few.
We had quite a wine tasting before dinner. As we were eating I started to feel really good. I figured it must be the wine. For the next 6 hours I remained focussed chatting about the details of the vineyard but felt quite euphoric the whole time. As we rapped up dinner and prepared to relax outside for dessert, the chef asked me if I enjoyed the gummy bears. I said yea. He says he has plenty back in the kitchen. Just ask the cooks for them. Tell them the 90's. I questioned this 90's thing. He laughed and asked me where I was from. I told him. He told me those bears were loaded. ? pot, THC. I have to tell you, before bed I breezed by the kitchen and grabbed a baggie full.
I spent the next day with one of the vineyard supervisors driving around for hours visiting some really nice sites. I nibbled on some gummy bears. He spoke very little english, but we chatted and understood each other very well with my broken Spanglish and some a la minute made up sign language.
When I got home, my wife asked how things went. I just smiled and told her I think it will be our best investment and that I might build a retirement place on the vineyard for us.