I am many things, but graceful is not one of them. If you've seen my Instagram feed lately, you may have noticed a daring fashion statement in the form of a blue-green and white shoulder sling. Luckily it was a short lived trend.
Last Wednesday evening, while returning home from the Florida Brewer's Conference, I had an incident. After a delayed flight and long wait on the tarmac, I was finally through the airport and on the way to the parking garage. It was 9 o'clock at night and I was eager to get home at last. Then I took a tumble. My suitcase wheel caught on a bit of weather stripping that though I was able to safely cross, my suitcase was not. I had enough momentum behind me that the sudden halt pulled me off my feet and I went down...hard. I landed on my left shoulder, face, and knee. It was not pretty and the concrete I landed on was very unforgiving. A passing family who saw me go down, ran to help me sit up, and helped me review my injuries while security and medics sprinted over. My face was scraped up, my knee banged up, though my jeans were thankfully not torn from the fall, and then I realized that I couldn't move my left arm. At all. Which as I'm sure you can guess was very distressing.
The medics came by, offered me an ambulance and an ice pack, and surmized that I probably dislocated my shoulder and hopefully didn't have a concussion. I did, after all, land on my face. I declined the ambulance, as I was still 30 minutes from home and called my mom & boyfriend to come rescue me. I called both, one because someone had to drive my car home, and two because my boyfriend didn't pick up the first time. He's really not the greatest on communication via phone. This was actually the second time he hasn't picked up in an emergency, so he's 2 for 2. He wonders why he's not my emergency contact.
The part that was probably the most distressing was after the medics looked me over, after the security officer gave me an incident report, and after the lovely family that came to my rescue left to get their daughter, I was left completely alone. The medics and security officer put me in a wheelchair by the door to the rental lot with just an icepack and a number to call if I needed help. Then left me to wait. By myself. I'm not a medical professional but I'm pretty sure you are not supposed to leave someone who fell and kinda landed on their face unsupervised. Just an observation.
We were in the ER till about 1:30am. I did dislocate my left shoulder in "a very unique way" and had to be put under to get it popped back in place. Best for all parties involved really because I tend to swear and quite possibly hit when wounded. I don't mean it, but it can totally happen. I made it home by 2 am and didn't sleep a wink. I don't usually sleep on my back, which was my only option, and my left arm was wrapped to my side like it was going to run away first chance it got, not that I would blame it.
Needless to say I wasn't able to write much in those first few days. I am not the fastest typer and one handed, I am a complete mess. However, I am on the mend and back to getting some posts out to you all. Luckily I'm right handed so my ability to cheers over the weekend was not inhibited.
I admit that I am a bit in the dark about this one. I have never tried a THC product and as for CBD, I'm not 100% convinced of its seemingly all encompassing powers. The muscle rub, absolute godsend. The drops and edibles? Well, convince me. I do see the huge potential for this new avenue in the beverage industry.
However, I have questions. Lots of questions.
For starters, what does the percent THC or CBD mean to me as a drinker? I know what 10% alcohol will do to me and have fair understanding of my tolerance, but as one who has never partaken in any THC product and hasn't had a CBD product I ingest that works, I don't know what that percentage means. What "buzz" am I going to get off of that and for how long? Are we talking happy, paranoid, chill, or straight out space cadet?
From a legal standpoint, how on earth would it be regulated at a bar? Currently I believe, TCH or CBD products are not sold for on premise consumption. You have to buy them and take them home to enjoy. At least I believe thats how it works in the states. I think I recall seeing some folks having a CBD spiked pot of tea at a shop when I was in Spain but that how it works here. As a server in my younger days, I know what to look for as the signs when someone may be a bit over their limit, but can someone be too chill off THC beverages? Anyway, when we have alcohol we can test the blood alcohol content to see if someone is over the limit. How do you test CBD or THC? Is that even a concern?
What about taste? Again never had a THC beverage or at all, but the CBD I have tried is typically a touch skunky, herby, or funky if its the oil. Is this something we can expect with the beverages? I don't mind herbaceous flavors, but skunky might be a bit much for me to truly enjoy while sitting at the bar. Flavor does have to be a consideration.
Finally, as I understand, these products are only in package format (can or bottle), but with the eruption of this market it can't be long before we're considering applying this to draft options as well. Which brings to mind a number of technical questions on how it will be dispensed. For example, will it be like beer pushed with CO2 or would it be a still beverage? How is it going to look in a glass? Foamy? Cloudy? Served in a pint or a cocktail glass?
I am awash with questions. I am also out of my element here, and I apologize if any of ya'll who do enjoy are offended. I clearly do not know a lot about this topic and what I have learned about THC probably came from television.
Luckily, I have less than a week to wait to get some answers. On July 25th, the first Global Cannabis Drinks Expo will be held in San Francisco, CA. I am one of the lucky carriers of an exhibitor badge to that event, attending for both my professional and personal curiosity. Seems as though I am not the only one trying to get the lay of the land in this high-flying new industry. With a number of companies in attendance and quite a few presentations on what the THC and CBD beverage industry bring to the table, those in attendance will be sure to get ample information. I already have a notebook primed and ready to take in all the info and answers to my questions. I am a glutton for information.
So the next post will hopefully full of some answers to these questions and surely will possess more information than I have now. Also since I will be in San Francisco, may contain speakeasy adventures, walk through Chinatown, and my first trip to Napa and Sonoma. When in Rome right?
If you have questions on THC/CBD beverages, please share them. I haven't thought of them all and would love to know what inquiries you may have as well. It's a brave new beverage world after all.
I am proud to say I fell under the spell of that organizing enchantress Marie Kondo. Slightly ashamed because I didn’t actually read the book or watch the Netflix show. My mom told me, and I watched a YouTube video on my way back from Belgium so I could ensure all my clothes would fit in the suitcase with my bottle purchases. Usually there are a lot of those so figuring out how to make it all fit and be under weight is quite the feat. Probably why I’ve lost two suitcases already… however also why I excel at Tetris.
Anyway, one week I decided it was time to “Tidy up” the house, including my honey’s side of the closet which was quite the exercise. He did not take the mantra of “Does this spark joy” seriously at all, but at the end of it his closet was lighter a few pairs of old clothes and the clown red boat shoes I despised were gone. Granted I didn’t even ask if those sparked him joy… they don’t spark me with any joy when he walks out in them. Cheers to victory in that they are now gone for good, donated to benefit someone else who will hopefully love them more than I did.
For those who don’t know, Marie Kondo is the magical author of The Life-Changing Magic of Tidying Up: The Japanese Art of Decluttering and Organizing (Available on Amazon) , also a series on Netflix (Check it out via her page). Her method, the KonMari method, is about gathering all of your belongings, by category not literally all at once and keeping those items that spark joy. I took my tidying up room by room as it seemed to be the best way to tackle some serious spring cleaning as well. She claims this method is founded in Shinto belief of the energy or divine spirit of things. I’m not sure my flip-flops have a divine spirit, but it made me realize the ones being held together by a bread bag clip were probably at the end of their divine spirit. Don’t judge.
Again I haven’t officially read her book or watched her series though one is in my Amazon cart and the other in my Netflix list. Shockingly though her YouTube videos will make you thrilled to refold every scrap of clothing in your dresser and beyond surprised to learn you’ve been folding socks wrong your entire life. Rolling them into a sock ball to keep matching pairs together ruins the elastic in the sock. Folding them the Kondo way keeps them “alive” longer and has them taking up far less space in your suitcase. I now fold my underwear and look at a pile of laundry like a meditation exercise (her folding is alarmingly calming). Though I don't always show the garment my love and affection...it survived the tidy. It knows how I feel. Shows you can always learn something new. I’d say I learned to fold all things better, but my mother had an hour and a half class with my entire family on how to fold a towel after she lost her shit at the linen closet. We folded every towel in that house… twice. I can fold me some towels.
As I said I went room by room in my house. Closets, bathrooms, and kitchen. However, when I got to my bar, I found that when I asked, “Does this spark joy?” to the stuff in my bar, the answer was emphatically yes. Being completely transparent with you, NOTHING was removed from my bar. Not a glass, mixer, or bottle. I started with six bourbons and I ended with six bourbons. I even kept the three bottles of absinthe I have, and I haven’t opened two of them. However, though everything causes joy, I did take a moment to organize my vast collection to better be able to find what I’m looking for in the midst of creating. I doubt it lasts through the first cocktail party, as my inebriated mind is not nearly so organized. I do always manage to wash my face and brush my teeth though. Priorities.
Our house has officially been KonMari’d and we’re perfectly joyous about it. Well I am. My honey and the fur babies could care less. It’s worth a toast!
How many of you have tried the KonMari method? How many want to go refold their laundry now? It is scary how that happens. Cheers!
Celebrating all that we raise, sip, guzzle, clink, drinks and most affectionately cheers with!