Weedist Destinations: IKEA

Nothing tests the strength of a relationship like a trip to IKEA. SERENITY NOW.

This clip pretty much sums up my first trip to IKEA after moving to Washington state before obtaining my MMJ recommendation.  We hadn’t even finished unpacking and one trip to IKEA had us ready to claim irreconcilable differences.  After the tears dried and we escaped the labyrinth that is their showroom, we vowed never to return together; the only thing worse than assembling their furniture is shopping there as a couple.

Two years later I was still petrified when wifey said we had to go back. This time I wasn’t going in alone; I was taking mary jane with me.

I figured a great pre-roll of Jack Herer would put me in just the right state of mind to conquer Mount IKEA and boy did it deliver! What used to be a nerve racking gauntlet of mutual indecision became an esoteric safari of good tastes. It was like being in an urban dollhouse and everyone’s apartment kicked ass. Fear and Loathing in Las Vegas immediately came to mind. IKEA wasn’t different; the public and all of their class were still there, but this time even that couldn’t get me down.

The music was great and so were my spirits. With every “Babe which one do you…” not only was I engaged and patient, I also diplomatically avoided an argument over bath mat colors by cheerfully throwing both in the cart.

It really was a delightful enough trip to write about and an unexpected fantastic stoner destination. I leave you with only two words of caution:  1) Make sure at least one you is sober, IKEA has a habit of being a perpetual parade of “we gotta go this way” 2) Don’t succumb to your munchies when baited with Swedish meatball meals for $1.99. How good of horse meat could it be for that price?

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