So yesterday I went down to the Vancouver seed bank for their 420 after party. I got there a bit early, despite the fact that I took the wrong bus and had to kick rocks a few blocks to get there. The dispensary wasn’t opening till 1:30 because of some traffic issues or something like that so I hung out with some guys in front and waited it out. I met a cat named leigh who told me about the current state of the music industry and the direction in which he thinks it should head. This older gentleman was spitting some solid advice and just before he left he told me to check out his blog, Advice for Young People at blogspot which I have been sadly unable to locate, I could really use some advice. Kiweed popped his head out the window and said whats up for a minute before heading back in to the lounge. When the dispensary opened at 1 I stopped in and picked up a couple grammes of their newest shipment, Kootney Hash Plant. This was some of the tastiest weed I have had in a long long time. Bright green in colour, dense nugs with and a smooth fruity taste. the buds themselves were some of the nicest little trees I have ever seen at the dispensary. Its now a toss up between the purple kush, one batch of lemon hash plant they had, and the new Kootney hash plant.
When I finally headed in to the lounge DJ Kiweed was spinning in the the kitchen window and by far this could have been the most diverse session I have ever had. My first couple jays I shared with two older gents and the guy who built the pond in the seed bank garden, one guy that left shortly after for a quest to find the cannery restaurant along the water in east van. Before he left though we shared some interesting conversation about technology which led to self learning robots and what can be considered sentience. Interesting and intelligent conversation come few and far between. one of the girls was walking around giving out complimentary hash tokes from all the kief they collected on 420 which IMO is pretty special on its own. When the first guy left we adopted a few new comers to our cipher. Two younger people, one interested in the movie business and another who I assume just likes smoking weed. I am currently studying entertainment business so I gave the girl all the advice I had before going on to talk to another guy about hemp oils and the possible medical benefits such as its application in the fight against cancer. Later a few people came in who could have easily been good friends of my parents. They bummed a paper off me and proceeded to try and roll a jay. I found this hilarious and yet so cool.
At the 20 of every hour there was a door prize raffle for a gramme of cannabis, around 3:20 I won a gramme of cherry that I twisted up and shared with the current cipher that had greatly grown in size by this time. Much to my surprise the Tallbrothers showed up and did a live show which was amazing and got the whole crowd jiving. The Tallbrothers are a reeferjazz band who’s not so subtle message of “Jive up” can be heard here on their myspace. They started off their set with jive up, went on to sing about their favourite kind of rolling papers “Club Papers”. Later in the set they played the famous theme of Marc Emery “Prince of Pot” that was featured in his documentary on CBC that you can check out online or purchase from the Cannabis Culture website.
The band took a short break for the bong hitting contest which in retrospect I should have joined in on, maybe next time. For a $5 entry fee the contestants each had to burn a full gramme out of a large gear bong with an ash catcher and double bubbler on the stem. all of the contestants got water after their rip and a free cookie. The winner won an eighth of some 007 who happened to be, with no surprise the older gentleman with the long grey beard. He had a beard, he had to be good.
Right after the contest they had the big draw at 6:20 for the big prizes of an ounce, a half, a quarter, and an eighth. I won nothing but then again I only bought 3 tickets. Next time, now that I’m aware of how it works, I’ll be dropping a 20 or two on an arms length of tickets in hopes of winning that ounce. $40 for a good chance to win an ounce or a half or even a quarter is pretty good. So right around this time just before the big raffle the place flooded with people, a few of which looked like small time dealers who hung out in the back with a bunch of tickets in hopes of winning a new shipment. I saw one girl who in some of the worst most obvious dealing I have ever seen took out a large ziplock packed with filled dime bags. Can anyone say “Intent to Distribute”? Oh well… She’ll learn when a cop searches that bag.
My favourite part of the whole event was the house. The house can only be described as what I imagine an old booze running stash house might have looked like. There were people everywhere. The big boss guys from the cannabis culture HQ, including Dana Larsen, Jacob Hunter and Michelle Rainey were all hanging out on the uppermost balcony of this ancient structure. Everyone was “jiving up” all day, I adopted a bong for the day and burned off more than a few jays that seemed to come from every direction. The House upstairs of the Seed bank had an internet room with two computers and wireless internet. There is a chill room with an N64 and a second room with full black lights and a projection tv for all kinds of trippy visuals. The DJs were set up in the kitchen and the barbecues were set up out on the balcony and working hard to feed all the munching patrons of the afternoon. When I had had a few bottles of water I headed down to search for the washroom and was directed to the moon door. This was the smallest, albeit rather cool, washroom I have ever been inside. I couldn’t stand up straight and It was quite the effort to pee in the tiny toilette, but I managed. The Walls were plastered with newspaper clippings of everything from Peter Tosh calling for legalization to the Vancouver 3’s exploits against the US.
At the end of the party, after the final raffle i was chilling out with a hamburger when an extremely large man flipped out beside me and started claiming that his clan of vampires was the best, something about facebook, his battle cry and I dunno what else but I took that as my cue to leave. So a picked up my salad and headed for the bus.
I stopped by the grocery store on the way home and picked up some oreos, ginger-ale and taco seasoning which later turned out to be fajita seasoning. I didn’t really realize how stonery this was until the chick working the check-out took one look at my choices, glances at my eyes and burst in to laughter. Oh well, no shame in my game.
Definitely an interesting day, check out some of the pictures.
Peace and keep blowing that smoke proud,
Kid Kulture
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