I think 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 wedding dance. It wasn’t much of dance but more of a slow, lovely embrace where I shuffled my feet. But with the help of the good 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 specific dance move to impress. I’m talking learning to actually find the rhythm of the song and move in a way that feels good and doesn’t look overtly stupid. The good folks at the marijuana business down the street were the ones to find me the right sativa strains for getting me to lean into the music. Seriously, I’ve never been a big drinker or partier of any kind. But this cannabis thing is something that is just so beneficial on so many levels. My wife has used recreational marijuana on and off since college. Yet, we are so busy with all this seemingly routine stuff, that we just don’t take that time for ourselves. Well that changed last weekend when I took my wife out for our quasi regular date night. And I took her to a night 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 music. But when she saw me dancing, she was simply blown away to the point where her mouth fell open.