I know the look on my wife’s face was worth all the practice and time it took for me to learn to dance at all! And mind you, this is some decade and a half after our birthday dance. It wasn’t much of dance however more of a slow, attractive embrace where I shuffled my feet. But with the help of the fine folks at the local cannabis spot and my wife’s best friend, I’m now full on dancing. I’m not talking about simply talking about learning one unique dance move to impress. I’m talking learning to really find the rhythm of the song and move in a way that feels fine and doesn’t look overtly stupid. The fine folks at the marijuana company down the street were the ones to find me the right sativa strains for getting me to lean into the tunes. Seriously, I’ve never been a giant drinker or partier of any kind. But this cannabis thing is something that is just so beneficial on so many levels, but my wife has used recreational marijuana on and off since university. Yet, my buddy and I are so tied up with all this seemingly routine stuff, that my buddy and I just don’t take that time for ourselves. Well that changed last weekend when I took my wife out for our quasi typical date evening. And I took her to a evening club after dinner where I moved across the dance floor like it wasn’t my first rodeo. The cannabis edible I nibbled on through dinner didn’t hurt. I shared that edible with my wife and she too felt the tunes. But when she saw me dancing, she was simply blown away to the point where her mouth fell open.