I smoked a J by the harbor before taking the elevator up to my room in the financial district, and you should've seen the faces of the boomers on their way up to the hotel's rooftop bar after work. I'm sure I reeked. Who knows how long they discussed the covid-era hotel deals that brought the riff-raff like me out of the woodwork.
A few things: 1) Weed has been legal in WA since 2012. I don't know if you saw the giant billboards down by the airport 2) They looked at me like utter riff-raff, and I was stone cold sober and freshly showered 3) You overpaid to stay at a pretentious tourist hotel frequented by people who think they need to take an Uber to go three blocks, there is absolutely no arrangement of space-time that would not fill them with condescension
No regerts, bro. Was I baked and paranoid WS(Wall Street)PD were gonna get phoned in at the time? No hahah, no, hah, totally no, not, I wasn't, no. Hey, like I said, I was mostly just along for the ride, didn't feel like weighing in on the itinerary much. Turned out more than great, though. The hotel was over 50% off, booked a year in advance. We got stupid lucky with covid cases. That patio at the place across the harbor is something my wife and I will never forget, btw. Thanks again. I do owe you an apology, though, because while you were getting socially stiff-armed, I was getting compliments on my Porsche. "Hello can you pick me up 1/2 a block from the main entrance to Pike at 5 pm so you can get mad dogged everywhere because of your association with me?" - am_U