I will admit being pretty depressed about turning 50.
Fifty is a lot of years, isn’t it? I feel very old now, much older than when I turned 49.
My wife Max promised me a weekend to remember. She knew how bummed out I was, and tried to do something beyond my wildest dreams. She succeeded, with flying colors, and gave me one of the best weekends of my life. It started by us driving outside of town, to a small cabin in the foothills she had rented through AirBnB. Inside the cabin I found stacks of old comic books, a case of beer, a bottle of whiskey, and two ounces of cannabis. Max put on a skimpy nightgown, poured me a drink, and then we tore into the marijuana and got ripped. Maybe this isn’t your idea of a dream weekend but for me it was perfect. I had drinks, cannabis, food, and my sexy wife, and best of all there was nobody else around to disturb us. One thing I hate about smoking cannabis at home is that I always seem to get interrupted, but out here there were no interruptions. Max and I smoked copious amounts of cannabis, ate a few edibles, and drank the entire handle of whiskey in three days. It was so nice to not have to worry about how much booze I drank or how much marijuana I smoked, because we weren’t going anywhere, or interacting with people. We also did a lot of other things, but a gentleman doesn’t kiss and tell!