Sunshine. Warm weather. A pool with inflatable furniture. Great cannabis. Patriotic fruit trays. Must be the 4th of July in SoCal! No joke, I had this moment when I recalled the opening montage of the 1995 teen classic Clueless and had a moment of feeling like I really was in a Noxzema commercial.
I spent my Independence Day in Orange County—Laguna Niguel to be specific. I am lucky to have two friends with great party houses and both of them were willing to play host yesterday. What began as an offhanded comment a couple weeks ago, asking what they were doing for the holiday and suggesting a party might be fun, morphed into a progressive party that started at my friend J’s house with a gorgeous in-ground pool and hot tub and ended at my friend L’s house in Niguel Summit which that had views of six different fireworks displays.
I’d baked (unmedicated) snickerdoodles on Monday night and woke up early on Tuesday to get ready and throw some clothes in a bag. I gave my cats some Therapy Pure Essentials CBD tonic to help with their nerves (fireworks can be intense for pets too!) and headed up to OC. The plan was, originally, to hang out at J’s house with my roommate and a couple of our friends before we all joined L’s party at his place, which was the bigger party. One of the things I enjoy most about my life is my ability to go with the flow, so when we decided that L should join us for a couple hours of pool parting before his afternoon party kicked off, we should have known that might shift the party dynamics slightly.
What started as just a couple hours of pool time led to J and I creating Pinterest-inspired strawberry food art (food is one of my love languages) with bowls and joints being passed around as J and I explained our jobs as a bedroom accessory creator and sex educator respectively to a bunch of L’s tech startup CEO friends, who were all super rad and very curious. I always love talking about this stuff to people who don’t usually have those conversations at parties. Cannabis helps, I’ve found. People visibly loosen up once the joint has made a round, and that’s when I strategically drop in my occupation and wait for the questions to begin. “How did this become your job?” is always one of the preliminary ones, but they tend to get deeper and more vulnerable as the night goes on.
The best part about helping at J’s house, besides the awesome convos, was getting to be high and in the pool. If you’ve never enjoyed cannabis and then floated in water—you’re missing out! It’s so relaxing to be weightless and drifting aimlessly, feeling the sun warming your skin. I’d already smoked a bit, but then one of my friends walked over and reached out to hand me a bowl and a lighter so I could smoke while I was floating on a pool chair. It was magical.
We ended up having a bigger and longer gathering at J’s than we intended, but everyone eventually made their way over to L’s for grilling and a bonfire, ending the night with an impressively long fireworks display that, from his balcony, encapsulated the displays of six different OC towns.
I love the way that cannabis helps people relax and connect. How did you incorporate cannabis into your 4th of July festivities?