My friends and I decided to fly to Vegas for the weekend.
Every one of us live in Denver, CO and it is a short flight to reach Vegas, but when Jack mentioned going to Vegas, I was ready to pack an overnight bag.
I was in the dumps because our bestie broke up with me, and he moved out of the home and took the cat. I needed a cut away from the house and gambling and free alcohol sounded like a fun way to drown our sorrows. When our friends and I arrived at the airport in Denver, every one of us had to check into our flight. When I pulled our wallet out of our pocket, I found a marijuana joint in there as well! Denver has legal marijuana laws and cannabis can be consumed for recreational or medical reasons by any adult over the age of 21. I knew it wasn’t legal to take the marijuana joint on the plane, but I didn’t want to throw it away and waste our money. I decided to go outside where people smoke cigarettes. I let up the joint and I smoked as much as I could before a security officer came over to the area where I was standing! He told myself and others to put out the marijuana and he reminded myself and others that it is illegal to consume plants in public spaces. I apologized and claimed to be a stupid tourist. When I finally boarded the plane to the casino, I was feeling no pain and laughing and giggling at every joke our friends told. Every one of us had so much fun during the 48 hour cut from reality.