Diablo Dabs Does Seattle Hempfest

 

I don’t know what I did to deserve a Hempfest like this!

Meeting the Weedist Family

Let me start by saying how fantastic it was to chill with some of the other Weedist contributors. We all had the highest of hopes for the first Seattle Hempfest under legalization (SPD’s educational Doritos were a fun touch). With all of us together, the Weedist team was nicely represented; it was delightful to walk around toking and handing out goodies together.

Dab It Out

Truthfully, I was a little skeptical of how great my experience would be as torches were not allowed in public spaces at Hempfest (dabs being my passion and all), but I never tempt fate when it comes to weed (especially with errl legally delivered to my goddamn door). If the rule was no torches, this Dude abided; I am all about safety and still love flowers. Turns out, mad medibles and good ol’ fashion bong RIPS absolutely held me down. Karma favored me later on in the weekend when a buddy invited me to a “dab crawl” — visiting the tents of vendors he was friendly with. All dabs pictured were in private spaces and in compliance with festival rules.

Location, Location, Location!

Seattle Hempfest weekend is one badass rinse and repeat (wander, smoke, chill). This year, I had fortuitous proximity to Hempfest with the completion of the West Thomas Street Overpass (or as Hempfest has dubbed it, Colbert’s Bridge to Somewhere). On one side of Colbert’s Bridge was Hempfest, and on the other is my neighborhood, bong! Righteous dab sessions out of my B$ Mini and Dank Dabber were the Rx before every trip over the bridge. I will tell you this — it was hot as hell there all weekend. Being able to walk home whenever I wanted was HUGE — I am very aware most are not so fortunate. You would think it was the dabs that brought us back so frequently, but a cool place to refresh and recharge was a tremendous boon.

A Quick Rundown

Both Friday and Saturday were pretty awesome — after all what’s not to like about Hempfest? Two miles of mobile head shops, killer munchies, trippy tunes, half-dressed guys ‘n gals, sunshine, ocean and weed as far as the eye can see. There was even opportunities to win a bong for $1; longtime sponsor and participant Fweedom Collective was hosting BONG PONG at not one, but two booths. How cool is that? Straightforward, no carnival tricks here: bounce a ball in the zone where your own team’s beer pong cups normally are. On the other side is a pyramid of Solo cups with the winning cup placed upside down and a ping pong sized hole cut in the base. Dollar a shot — drain it and walk away with a bong.  It’s a Hail Mary for sure, but not an impossible one. Fweedom gave over 20 bongs away this Hempfest (nothing crappy either). For my 10 bucks, I’d have been better off pissing into a fan, but I definitely saw people win. “Win a bong for a buck!” was my favorite chant the whole weekend.

Sunday was the day of Hempfest I shall not soon forget. Spending a day as part of Bones’ (of Dank Dabber) entourage was fucking legit. As we rolled around Diablo got to meet and dab with many heroes in the dab game. One of those dabs was taken off of a Toro Frothilator (courtesy of IG: @nwoils, good looks!); that dab was heaven! If wifey’s reading this, I need one like last week (please and thank you). The Toro was one of many fine rigs I was fortunate enough to rip on Sunday. It was the perfect closing day to the worry-free, drama-free weekend I had so intently looked forward to. Let me close by dropping a few love bhombs- big shouts out to Fweedom, PuffNDabs, NWOil, Piece of Mind and C.C.C.. And of course to my man Bones over at Dank Dabber… see you at the Seattle Cannabis Cup! #lightersup

P.S. Sttoookeeedddd and empowered just to have shaken the hand of legend Farmer John Fourtwenty

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