It was really a weird and magical experience going to the marijuana store for the first time. Also, somehow, incredibly mundane.
We'd been at our new house for about a day - we still hadn't finished unloading after our 4 day voyage with our family minivan and a 16' truck full of our belongings. I finished the last of the random kush I'd brought with from Chicago the night before. "Honey, let's find Old Toby".
My wife was driving, but we could've walked (and I have since). The store is only 3 blocks from my house (3 blocks!!!) As we pulled up to the discreet shop in an interesting little parking area, I was giddy. I made my wife drive.
I was going to a place named Old Toby. No, really, my regular spot is called Old Toby. You can read my review on their G+ page.
I was floating to the door and was instantly depressed when it didn't open when I pushed the bar! I looked at the sign flashing O-P-E-N OPEN! right next to my head, then down to the door. PULL. Tricksy door.
In we go, and it is rather bare of decoration, but there's a massive whiteboard with at least 75 varieties described in detail, and a smaller section devoted to edibles. The couple running the place are wonderful and kind, and interesting.
So my wife let me get a variety, and I was a bit giddy - because it was LEGAL. And I got to choose what I go home with!
So I picked up 2 grams of sativa and 2 grams of indica, then went home to get stoned.