My boss sent me to Seattle for a work conference.
I would not have minded going to the work conference, but I got stuck at the hotel and I couldn’t really go anywhere.
The boss sent me and three other guys to Seattle and he put us on a train. From the train station to the hotel, we took a taxi. All of the events for the week were held at the hotel where we were staying. If I wanted to go anywhere at all, I had to take an expensive taxi or uber. At one point I decided to order marijuana supplies from a Seattle dispensary. The Seattle dispensary offered delivery services, so I didn’t even have to leave the hotel. I met the Seattle marijuana delivery driver in the lobby of the hotel. One of my coworkers saw me with the guy. He was in the bar. I told him to mind his own business, but he wanted to know if I was buying recreational marijuana supplies. I thought it was easier to tell the truth instead of making the whole purchase seem like it was a big deal. It turns out that my coworker actually likes to smoke recreational marijuana too. We got high together every single afternoon when our 7 hours were over. We ate pizza and drank beers and partied like we were 17 and 18 years old. I had a lot of fun that week, probably more fun than I have had in a really long time. My coworker can really drink a lot of beer before he gets drunk.