Just last week I made my very first trip to the west coast, specifically to visit a friend in Seattle. I had absolutely zero shame in being a tourist since I had yet to see anything the other side of the country contains. We saw the space needle, hiked some pretty damn tall mountains, went to the Fremont Sunday Market and, of course, I couldn't turn down a trip to the ever-sacred dispensary. I mean how could you go to Seattle and not go? Coming from a hometown where people barely know the difference between oregano and that "good kush," I was absolutely stoked to see what my friend MaryJane had to (legally) offer.

I had some pretty high expectations, but let me tell you underwhelming is an understatement. There I was, expecting to walk into a stoned Oompa Loompa's heaven filled with pot brownies and everlasting weed trees that can grow without sunlight, only to realize how naive I truly was. It was an average looking building whose walls were lined with clipboards and there were no products on display.

Now, once I began to read the descriptions on the clipboards my beliefs were semi-validated. Just the edibles section showed the selection ranged from brownies to cookies to chocolate bars to hard candies, all with an assortment of flavors. Who knew they made breath strips with THC in them?

As I made my way around the perimeter I soon realized just how little I actually knew about marijuana. There's maybe a million different strains and types, and I couldn't even make an accurate prediction as to what the difference is between any of them. One was called Girl Scout, but I can confidently tell you from my 11 years of being a Girl Scout that I have no idea what that means.

I was expecting the people behind the counter to be in Grateful Dead t-shirts whose bloodshot eyes matched the tie dye pattern, but to my surprise the woman working there was probably about my mom's age and was dressed in pretty cute business casual attire. Seeing as you need to be 21 to purchase any of the products I totally didn't get anything (@mom I promise I was just there for the experience).

In general, it was less enticing and higher regulated than a liquor store (not like I go there either @mom again). Upon seeing the logistics and actual workings of a dispensary I've gained a whole new perspective on this whole #420blazeit thing.