Hotels adapt to serving the cannabis connoisseur

Public consumption of marijuana terrifies prohibitionists. In practice they appear to view cannabis users in groups as the moral equivalent of demonic rituals. Maybe it’s because for thousands of years heaps of smoldering marijuana and psychedelic herbs have been publicly consumed during mystic ceremonies, usually attended by all types of pagans, witches, heretics and ancient Romans participating in orgies. Whatever the reasons, the Las Vegas hotel industry is progressively challenging Nevada’s laws prohibiting public use of weed. According to Nevada attorney David Edelblute:

…the distinguishing legal factor of the … approach to cannabis consumption is that [a hotel] does not intend to sell cannabis products, or allow consumption in public areas. […]

Solutions lie in who considers what to be public. Pushing the legal boundaries, rooms on some hotel floors offer special air filtration systems where people can smoke their weed in private without offending others. Other types of spaces not deemed totally public make up the flexible boundary attracting the industry’s focus. As one hotel owner noted:

You don’t come to our hotel just to get stoned — it’s not the goal, Rizk said … You come for the experience, the events, the parties, the pool parties … and the fact that we allow (cannabis) consumption in certain areas, where permissible by law, is just an additional perk.

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13 Responses to Hotels adapt to serving the cannabis connoisseur

  1. and an OT-to-this-post question:

    in fresh news City of Hope scientists develop targeted chemotherapy able to kill all solid tumors in preclinical research

    the question being – is this new drug cannabis related/based/derived? The drug, AOH1996, is called Malkas.

    • Servetus says:

      I checked the molecular structure of both compounds and I didn’t see a common resemblance. THC has a 3 ring structure with a long ligand branching off to one side, while Malkas (named after its discoverer, Linda Malkas) has a single ring structure. Different anti-cancer drugs work in different ways. There might be some smaller, common feature between the two molecules that might act to kill solid tumor cells and other types of cancers, but it would take a skilled biochemist like Linda Malkas to figure out what it is.

      • Thanks Servetus! I knew someone here was way ahead of me on understanding the science. Kind of a bit o’ wishful thinking on my part, always rooting for the devil’s lettuce don’tcha know…

  2. NorCalNative says:

    Hey bud. Tried to spend $500 on your art but the website won’t accept my VISA debit card. Tried three times. Sorry dude, any suggestions?

  3. NorCalNative says:

    I tried a different debit card and made purchase. These will look really nice in my place. Kentucky Falls, Sonoran Beauty, and The Oak and the Moon. Went with 2 canvases and one framed. Thanks Allan.

  4. Son of Sam Walton says:

    OT: Which American President worked heavily with the Mafia and later had a son become an American President?

    Back on Topic: When I travel, I only pick locations that would allow me to do my weed-smoking, from standing right next to a big ol’ Hampton Inn in OKC to a smoking gazebo in Cheyenne, WY–or standing behind the hotel in the alley, looking across from the police station in a small sleepy NE New Mexico cowboy town . . . walking around old large victorian style houses in Helena, MT . . . around a giant nearly half-mile long side walked parking lot in downtown Salt Lake City just outside the Radisson . . . up and down various residential streets in Aspen–where I swear to God I saw an original Ralph Stedman painting up on the wall . . . toking it up around multi-million dollar homes. But my favorite place was on my own front or side porches or the swinging seat in the little front yard of my cabin at a dude ranch just on the other side of Glacier, in Agusta Mt–nestled in between the mountains and a wild river . . . looking up at the stars–hearing the sounds of literal dozens of horses grazing on the grass or smoking with a cup of coffee while the sun went up and some Merle Haggard sang. In the birthplace of LBJ out in Johnson City, Texas, I found a really cool hotel that had its own park/gazebo setting that was big enough to find a bench to toke at–well kept too. And just outside Luckenbach, TX, at a nice B&B, one could sit under the dark Texas night sky and hear loud tunes and a cheerful audience sing along–with the music bouncing up and down them Central Texas Hills.

    Now it’s a flip between North Dakota or Taos/Santa Fe New Mexico. At least in Taos, I found this quaint little dog-friendly hippy/artist/millennial haunt where you’re issued your own RV–like the old classic 1950/60s style Airstream. Most of my destinations usually focus on lots of hiking/outdoor activities. But I’m also a big fan of art, so Taos looks like it will win out over North Dakota.

  5. Son of Sam Walton says:

    Hint: The father had another son who was living in Denver and took advantage of his father’s position and made out like a bandit–later got caught with thousands of others from around the nation and yet didn’t have to do a day in jail.

  6. Son of Sam Walton says:

    New Mexico and Puerto Rico accept out-of-state medical cannabis cards for visitors. I’m sure it’s nice to stay in a joint where you can lay on the bed in the morning and watch Bloomberg Business with a double shot hot espresso and a hot-lit packed pipe full of buds and dabs for a wake n’ bake session, but I prefer to smoke outside. Half the fun is the potential for someone to walk up on you–smelling your sensi sins while knowing you picked out a prime spot to mostly be at peace. When it’s nighttime outside my hotel, I like to walk around the area with a pipe and a handheld torch lighter, which is way stronger than a lighter against the winds and it sparks much faster without all that silly ‘BIC’ lighter hassle. You can tell when someone lights up ‘something’ with a lighter, but my little torch is faster at lighting up the herb n’ oil-packed pipe–with less flash than a cigarette lighter or a smartphone/watch lit up display.

    Not really being allowed to consume cannabis in a hotel has given me the opportunity to explore the city/town and its surroundings. Over in Aspen, I discovered a part of the ski slope that had been overgrown by tall golden summer grasses, and to the left was the entirety of Aspen laying beneath me, and to the right, a tall grassy mountain extending ever upwards . . . but when the wind began to blow along the grassy mountain trail, it made me feel very drunk or like being on a wave-tossed ship. Or over at Helena near the group of vacation cabins I was staying at, where all the homes of the ‘money’ living in their nice large Victorian homes . . . walking around Helena toking it up at night while walking past numerous expensive beautiful antique homes. Or walking around the giant nearly half-mile parameter parking lot in front of the Radisson in Salt Lake City, where the only people out and about were a few late-night city folk riding their bikes or walking back to their cars and of course the homeless who congregate . . . but nothing beats a good cannabis buzz and a nice nighttime city skyline view, while simultaneously getting exercise via the walking and smoking process. You try doing that on alcohol or anything else.

    • NorCalNative says:

      I spent a month in Eugene Oregon in a non-smoking hotel. I used a cardboard tube and blew my one-hitters into the bathroom vent fan. Worked like a charm.

      Towel in front of door and complete combustion per hit. Being on top floor probably helped.

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