My journey led me to the MGM Grand for the Phish Halloween run. Since ‘94 it’s always been on my radar to attend this annual event. That the band was playing in the legal cannabis state of Nevada, gave even more cause for celebration. Marijuana unlocks the magic of the music. In today’s environment, with ample supply of cannabis products available for sale legally, one does not have to hope your neighbor passes a joint your way. A simple trip to one of the many dispensaries in the Las Vegas metro and you will be more than good to go.
This is the story of my visit to Nu-Leaf dispensary located at 430 E Twain Ave, a very classy establishment with a great staff and wonderful menu featuring the wide spectrum of legal cannabis products available today. I was in a hurry to make it to the show on All Hallows Eve, cat herding, trying to gather up your passel of people all whom are headed to the show, just at different times.
I found myself with a silicone dish half-filled with some delectable DosiDo dabs, a nectar collector hummingbird and a torch — not a big blazer style, but one you might get for a light plumbing job.
Trying to dab at the show was not really enjoyable as the psychedelic roar of the audience began to swell, it pretty much signaled the end of my “in the crowd” dabs, especially after I saw one of the phish kids flounder as his cotton laced costume went up in a flash fire as he attempted to light his bowl. Stop, drop and bowl! I found it much funnier than he did.
Now, I’ve been a dabber for quite some time and have forgone the flowers, but that night, I really had the hankering for a joint of something fruity and juicy. I was entranced by the smell of burning buds streaming their terpene-laced smoke around the venue as the crowd shaked and shimmied to the jams of the Vermont Quartet. I did take a walk to a place less crowded where I met Larry, who was dressed as a jester. Once he found out we had the same first name, Larry declared, “I have to smoke my pot with you! “
Well sure Larry, lets! He had a bowl filled with weed, and I believe I might have tasted a seed. It was fun and as the night finished up, I decided the next night would be different.
Being an East Coaster, morning comes early in Vegas, but as the new day dawned, I was excited to see another Phish show — this time with a fist full of joints! Which brings me back to NuLeaf and my experience at the dispensary. It took a $10 Uber ride, which is always fun when you’re going to buy weed in a legal setting. The chit chat with the driver, a wonderful woman from El Salvador, who once she saw the address, she remarked, “I take a lot of people here, seems people like to smoke, you people are always so friendly.”
I picked to go to NuLeaf because of the dynamic manager that runs the operations over there, a man named JC Coats. You might know him as the person who designed and implemented the “First Friday” for cannabis – a must-attend event for anyone interested in the Las Vegas cannabis scene featuring live music, vendors and food, definitely check it out sometime.
People buy from people. If you are a business person and you don’t invest in your most valuable assets — your people — your story will be short in the cannabis world. As you enter NuLeaf you are greeted with wonderful smiles, as you are vetted, and ID checked. The waiting area has a really cool 1950’s art deco vending machine — a piece of art that foreshadows the motif of the actual sales area. Walking through the doorway, customers are transported to an ol’ west style old school pharmacy and soda shop. Instead of licorice whips and candy straws, there are live resin pens and canna candies. From the white tile with black mosaic to the deep rich wood adorning the walls to the hardwood cabinetry and menus, everything is presented in a western motif.
The store was very clean looking, welcoming and warm, and I experienced it to be very relaxing to just browse a little before talking to one of the tenders. When I was ready to purchase, I met Cory, who seemed to be knowledgeable about the many facets of cannabis consumption. I told him I was after something super sour, the loudest that he had back there in the bevy of botanical blazery. We discussed a few couple strains: the “strawberry lemonade” was a must, along with the “purple haze” and also a flower called “Joe Fix-It” which is what I was steered to when I requested something that didn’t necessarily have to have a discerning taste but the high should be powerful. That is one of the most wonderful things I find about the legal market, is the plethora of flavors along with knowledgeable bud tenders who help guide you to your promised land, wherever that land might be.
I hurried back to the hotel as showtime approached. Back in the room, my crew was all smiles as they saw the sack of goodies I had brought. Along with the ganja, I remembered to get rolling papers and gave the table a good forearm clean for some rolling space. Two of the flavors were in sealed plastic jars and the other in a mylar bag. All were cured properly and broke up well, creating some wonderful piles of rolling material.
I twisted up a bunch of 1+ gram, the size of a finger, doobers and put them into my Chroncontainer before heading out to the show. As these things go, the crew had to make a stop at another room to see more of the crew’s crew, and so I had the opportunity try out the Purple Haze. Wow, my NuLeaf budtender was correct. It tasted wonderful and had a very nice stoney wispy high that had us all on the balcony staring at the Vegas skyline before the voice in my head began to scream, GET TO THE SHOW!
Snapping out of it, we finally got in motion and arrived at a row of 10 chairs. With about 15 people, there was not a spot for me. The lights went down, the band came on and I am left standing on the stairs wondering where I should post up. There it was, an empty on the end, I scooted into the spot and began to bebop with the show opener. I noticed the guy next to me kind of give me one of them, “oh dang you just grabbed my extra space I had planned to get my Soul Train dance machine on.” I reached into my pocket and produced one of the rather healthy joints that resided in my pocket. He went from the straight face emoji to the one where it’s winking with the tongue out. It was a Strawberry Banana joint, with a very citrusy bouquet. We hit that thing for a good long time, with his friend getting in on it. Everyone took their sweet time roasting up a nice coal before passing it along. I sparked one about every other song in the first set. During the set break, my new phriends told me of how they were just young men out in the world, seeking tasty waves and a cool buzz. Ski instructors up in NorCal, trimming weed to make ends meet during the off season.
The second set led off with the “Joe Fix-it” joint and again, Cory from NuLeaf had it dialed in, these buds took us to the next level of nirvana. I was baked like a chicken listening to the band play some of their best jams of the tour, as I was totally immersed in the chords and harmonies and Trey cooking up scrambled eggs in the kitchen of the mind. Not sure what the other guys had for set-break, but they were much more animated than the first set (the one doing what I thought to be a Jim Morrisonesque dance). I moved a bit over and let the brother have plenty of space to get his Lizard King on. I finished up most of the joints to my head, which is really my favorite part, the final quarter of the joint is the most flavorful part.
The show ended, and the lights came on. It was a really good show, everyone had miles of smiles as now the party was to move to another location. I had bought two eighths of the Strawberry Lemonade and saved one for them for after the show. I visited another friend and we sat on the 46th story balcony watching the glitz and glitter of Las Vegas and smoked it up till dawn.
What a grand and festive time I had in Vegas, thanks in part to the wonderful folks over at NuLeaf. If you find yourself in Sin City, definitely check out NuLeaf for all of your cannabis needs and tell them Larry Reed the “Man on Weed” sent you.