My daughter and her friends play field hockey.
It’s not exactly the most exhilarating sport to watch.
It’s hard to see the ball and it isn’t as much fun as soccer. Still, I go to every game so I can be there to support my daughter. The other moms and I have become good friends. We usually travel together on game days. Since the girls are old enough to drive, they usually ride together in one vehicle. We ride together in my minivan. The six of us had a two hour drive to the game location last weekend. One of the moms suggested we stop at a liquor store to buy a couple of small bottles of chilled wine. It sounded like fun, so I got off the interstate exit and found a liquor store. We were right across the street from a recreational marijuana dispensary. I made the suggestion to purchase recreational marijuana from the dispensary. At first I was joking, but a couple of the other moms thought it was a great idea too. I was the person charged with going into the dispensary to make the purchase. I decided to buy a bag of edible cannabis products. Each one of us ate a 10 mg cookie before we went to the game. I didn’t feel anything after a half-hour, but late in the second half I knew I was high. I was standing on my chair cheering and yelling and more enthusiastic than I had been in any other past game. That was a game to remember, and I don’t recall the final score.