Hazo, I dunno. I REALLY hate driving anywhere after ganja. And it is worse with the hazohash. Leave that baby poop home for safety sake.
Is it me or does anybody else feel like they're hanging around the STAR WARS BAR when you go to these things? Nothing but a sea of Birkenstock sandals, knit caps that hold water pipes, mumu's concealing women with more hair on their legs than Ron Jeremy's back. Nose rings, ear rings, patchouli soaked earth blouses, and the conversation topics minutes away from a West Virginie jail.
Some very nice people. But all in all a place I don't feel safe or comfortable at.
And I was packing.