Da Vapor Lounge, Vancouver, BC

Nation, I experienced something so genuinely awesome I just had to share it wit y'all. You know how people always say Marijuana Lawz are less strict in North America's hat (Canadia)? Well, when it comes to The Vapor Lounge and the Amsterdam Cafe in Vancouver, BC, they wasn't lyin. For one thing, finding a sack in the area, sort of east Vancouver as it was, turned out to be easier than finding a sack here. You just go to a little bar on E Hastings and Cambie, poke your head in an unmarked back door (not as shady as that really sounds), and someone will supply you with a nice recreational amount of ganja-buddha. "11 - 12" were the hours of operation quoted (11AM - 12AM). Convenient. But not as de-cleatingly brilliant as the Vape Lounge, which is actually in a three story building with a shop downstairs selling everything from clothing to coffee table books to absolutely breathtaking glass bongs. In the back is a little lounge of about four or five volcano units. Now, when I say lounge, not all of you might know what to mentally picture. Lounge tends to mean couch-oriented seating, usually more love-seat sized around a little coffee table where one can drink, lounge, etc. So what you see in this little back-of-the-shop section are about four or five pods that can seat four to five people per.

We vaped down there yesterday, but tried upstairs today. The first time was obviously fucking amazing. I was sitting there thinking I was in a some (Amsterdam) European country with fewer jackasses, and more liberations. Y'all know thoughts tend to go all obscure on yo ass whence the ganja shmoke hits ya body. Well I was sittin there just overjoyed at the prospect, and actual experience of vaporizing with German technology alongside other folks belonging to the broad Cannabis Culture. For those of you who haven't vaped before, it takes maybe .4g to get 4-5 people just about uncomfortably high (if that's possible). But real quick, I want to point out one misconception many people have about vapes. If you take a hearty pull of vape, like out of a balloon, as one should, you probably will still experience a tickle to the rear of your throat, and hence feel a coughing sensation. It's my belief that it's just the hot air (as I've seen weed vaporize at temperatures of 375F - 500+F). But that's neither here nor there when you're sitting in the most detached, relaxing environment within the dense urban sprawl of downtown Vancouver. It's five $C per person to rent a Volcano, but they also have munches ranging from chips to candy to baked goods to (un)alcoholic beverages all meant to satiate the side effects of GB (ganja-buddha, my perferred terminology for the beautiful herbal essence that git me ). Upstairs was a pool table, foozball table, all of which no one was using (too high), but their existence added to the coolness of the whole deal. And of course you have all sorts of people from older folks to the rare huppie* to those sort of gangsta white guys all converging upon this one awesome spot for the same reason. Stoners have this awful reputation of being low class, lazy, and unclean. This establishment is nothing short of professional liberalism.

Everything is clean, accounted for, and sanitary. They provide alcohol wipes for the mouth pieces rented out. Upstairs there were two or three cats, all of which looked very fit, and clean, as well as high as tits. One was fooling with a Smartie on the floor for way too long. But as I was saying earlier, all the different faces of cannabis-lovers come together and treat each other almost too much respect. Obviously I don't believe in too much respect, for it's a priceless thing, but take for instance when I walked by some dudes that looked kinda Bape, they was all like, "aw sorry, scuse me," as if they were in my way with a good foot separating us. I don't even know how to respond, like, "Nah man.." But the main thing one observes is a deep ideology that recognizes how futile getting worked up about anything really is. Getting mad, or even frustrated, anything projecting negative vibes, that is, happens to be taboo. Not everyone knows what "taboo" means; it's when something like saying the N-word happens to be negative in the light of present societal standards. Example? "What a fucking CHINK!" - said in China town. = pwned. If only our government could take a page out of this coffee table book of art and excellence (wtf?).