A quote from my mother who is currently on the Amsterdam leg of her European vacation: “I have to go take a shower because although I grew up nextdoor to Rastafarians, they got nothing on these people for smoking weed!! OMG!!!”
No word yet on whether she’s partaken, which would greatly amuse me– although I did tell her I would be a lil mad if she tried edibles before me.
the fun thing about Amsterdam is that you don’t even need to partake in smoking. You get high from second hand weed smoke. Not a lot, of course, but enough to make a group of sheltered and uptight 17 year olds be really fun to hang out with for a week all of a sudden.
Overdressed & Underappreciated 