Happy Saturday!
Here's the weekend PROJECT 28 REPORT!
I was up very early this morning to refill the water reservoirs...my system can hold about 100 gallons total, between the main reservoir and two storage reservoirs. The first month of the project I think I used one fill total...now I am refilling 60 gallons every week. By my best estimate these 8 plants are now using nearly 10 total gallons of water every day. And women who drink a lot are easy...
I am basically buttoning up the lab to go away for three days. Wifey and I are leaving this morning to drive 6 hours to northern Michigan. We live in Southern Ohio but also have a vacation home in the Great North Woods almost to the very top of lower Michigan. I'm taking her to dinner and a show tonight at the Soaring Eagle Casino. Going to see one of my lifetime favorites starting from my early teenage years. A band? Nope.
Going to see Cheech and Chong.
I have literally
loved Cheech and Chong since I was thirteen, ironically long before I ever tried pot...my friends and I would listen to their albums and literally laugh our young asses off. We got the constant weed references but what I really remember is the lion's share of their material wasn't just about pot, mostly other silly stuff that a junior-high kid could totally relate to. School-related skits (Sister Mary Elephant), booger jokes ("Up his nose it goes!"), big dick humor (Blind Melon Chitlin), all of it. Plus the dope references but the totality of Cheech and Chong's comedy records was as much about general fun and silliness as weed. The stoner thing became their trademark of course, their movies and commercial success came mostly in relation to that but I remember when they first started and their irreverent ridiculousness was something I totally loved, connected with, and I spent my youth imitating them and re-creating their bits for my classmates and friends. Finally in late high school when I started smoking weed I was finally able to appreciate their total act and I have to this day.
Well life goes by fast and now I find myself almost 60 yet essentially still the same lighthearted stoner I was all those years ago, just in an adult shell. I run a business and have a family and all that but I still see myself as that kid who could recite every Cheech and Chong comedy bit and even nail all the voices, still waking and baking only now I have all the pot I could ever smoke and I even smoke strains of my own creation...wow how fast it goes by! I like to think Cheech and Chong would be proud of what they inspired.
Tommy Chong is 80. The duo hasn't done too much together for 25 years and suddenly this year they announce this comedy tour...it was like God called me. I knew I absolutely had to go. I truly want to see my comedy idols so much, I am sacrificing the opportunity to go and see my college football team play their championship game, literally my other dream. I haven't missed an Ohio State game for six years. They play tonight for all the marbles.
But this is Cheech and Chong. Since you all know weed defines my entire life you know what I am going to do. My charming wife gets my humorous side and understands my need to see C&C. Upward to Michigan we go! Can't wait!
I'm not sure how much into the world of 420 Mag and other online weed communities these guys are, but I think if they ever read about my grows and the many others on here they would be proud of us, we who carry on the mantle of helping people everywhere to grow their own cannabis for health and pleasure, we who help our brothers free themselves from the weed man. Didn't a wise man once say, "Give a man a joint, you get him high for a day. Teach a man to grow, you get him high for a lifetime" or something like that? Maybe it was Cheech and Chong. I bet they thought it.
On the very random chance that Cheech and Chong would be in Michigan tonight without the very best cannabis ever imagined, I'm putting a small package together and going to drop it off at the Concierge addressed to them. If it gets to them they will find a note from me, a couple Hyena Merica calendars, and a couple huge buds from my most private stash of Blue Hyena. Hopefully the gods will smile and life's circle will complete itself, and those two will smoke a joint of my masterpiece. What a karmic thing that would be. And cool on a Mount Rushmore level. You miss 100% of the shots you don't take so why not baby. Maybe they will burn one right before the show then go out there and forget their material. Maybe forget they have a show. My Blue Hyena is some far out shit, man. It could happen.
Anyway, we will be back sometime Monday. Hope your weekend is fantastic, I know mine will be. I just hope I remember some of it.
Peace, Hyena
