My boyfriend wanted to go to Beverly Hills for the afternoon to do some shoppingâ€¦ I wanted to look at some things, so I agreed to go with herâ€¦ We decided to drive to the city.
We took the car, because it is much easier to park.
We found a place to park that was close to one of the shops that my spouse wanted to visit. I noticed there was a cannabis dispensary on the other side of the street. While my spouse was in the clothing shop, I went to the Beverly Hills cannabis boutiqueâ€¦ The place had a seating area and a bar. I grabbed a drink from the bar and sat down at a table. The waitress came to the table a few minutes later with a menu from the cannabis bar. I ordered a pre-rolled marijuana cigarette. I smoked the entire thing while I was waiting for my spouse to finish at the shop across the street. I could see the door from the place where I was resting inside of the cannabis shop. I felt truly high and a little loopy after I smoked a marijuana cigarette from the dispensary. When I walked out the door to go back to the clothing shop, I almost tripped and fell down the stairs. I was in a good mood the rest of the afternoon. I did not even care when my spouse recommended stopping at more than two additional clothing stores in Beverly hills, then after smoking the marijuana joint, I did not truly care what types of activities the two of us did all afternoon.