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There’s a lot of stuff I want to do in the U.S. There’s a lot of people who are kind and welcoming, and I’d love to meet them and have cool experiences. There’s a lot of small/midtier bands I’d love to see live, who never ever cross the border. I’d love to go to Burning Man proper and see what that’s like. I want to get wasted on Bourbon Street. I want to hang out in Palm Springs, and reap the benefits of being one of the few straight single guys doing so. I want to go to a tiki bar in a country where they take that shit real seriously.

I’m still. not. fucking. going. Even a layover is undesirable.

dignity is choosing to live your life free

Fuckin’ PREACH.

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Suggestion: LSD or LSD analogues in an amount just north of a micro dose. Have had folks report back feeling alert, chatty, and very open to having silly and/or indepth conversations with strangers. That and (compared to a night of drinking) waking up feeling like a million bucks, if a little tired depending on how late they stayed up as a result.

Your mileage may vary (perhaps significantly), but hey, it’s an honest suggestion. Comes with its own risks too, but doesn’t everything that isn’t just clean living and self-improvement? If you end up taking this seriously, I recommend doing a little reading first to make an informed decision (erowid.org has a lot of useful information).

Smaller scale than most of the other answers here, but if B.A. Johnston is in town, I’m fucking there unless I’m sick or dealing with some kinda crisis.

I’ve lost count of how many times I’ve seen him, but every single time has been an amazing night out even if it’s the same shtick each show.

(Who am I kidding, I’m there for the Cheezies)

…I’m with the other person, I get why you might not want to share but my fuck do I want to hear this. PM if you’re more cool with that than sharing here?

It is a fun one to drop ironically, though.

For a moment I got really excited that two of my favourite Albertan hosiers somehow managed to finangle an anime, but Dan DaDan still looks pretty cool.

+1 for My Name is Earl.

They might question why you’re wearing a mascot costume to the formal, but pop off king.

The first 2-3 seconds of the Cowboy Bebop theme..

Second choice: ~0:48 to about 1:00 of Theme for Jetsetters by The Tikiyaki Orchestra (assuming a fade out near the end)

Third choice: Acapella version of the Pokemon Red Rival Appears music for about 14 seconds. People in the room find themselves disoriented and confused, wondering why on earth they started singing when I walked in.

Lol, fuck that. Embrace the cringe, it’s very liberating. The moment you stop worrying about being cringe as fuck is the moment you’re free to do most anything.

I personally like your contributions, they’re coming from a novel place compared to the average user here (primarily 30+ dudes in my experience - lots of people that don’t fit that mold too but I feel comfortable saying 30+ dude is probably the default here). I can see folks being suspicious of you given this, but it’s not like you’re going around slipping Venmos in people’s DMs. You just hornypost - OMG it’s almost like young women have a high sex drive sometimes, crazy concept. And there’s been a few of those posts that have made me chuckle.

Welcome home kid. Keep being you, more diversity of users and content is a good thing. Anyone makes you feel like shit about participating here, block their ass. Hell, to a certain extent this holds for me even if you’re a 30+ dude pretending to be a young woman (oldest game on the internet, lol) - so long as you’re just posting for fun and not trying to get anything from anyone else, or put some poor idiot in a compromising position, who really gives a shit?

Will say that the girls over at https://lemmy.blahaj.zone/c/femcelmemes would probably (?) enjoy your company if you haven’t checked them out yet.

This will suffice. Carry on! :)

First time I’ve been called that kind of -ard.

Eh, I’d argue the current industrial practices in legal markets are geared to the consumer base that experienced a trend that started with the black market. Most places didn’t go from mexi-brick to legalized industrial weed. It went mexi-brick -> homegrown -> Emerald Triangle style shit of increasing potency -> legalization.

There’s still a market for the milder stuff (👋), but if your bread and butter is chronic smokers with high tolerance who used to smoke shit trafficked from California or BC or what have you, you’re gonna focus production on that market.

My kingdom for a good ol’ fashioned White Rhino at average early 2000s potency. Could just be nostalgia talking but that always seemed to be a right on the button experience for me (relaxed but no couchlock, silly thoughts, nice flavour profile, good times all around).

Welcome to my thoughts after my (adult) stepson gave me one of the infused joints their biodad got them for Christmas.

…well, the day after I smoked it anyway. What I actually thought during was “Well, since I’m obviously going to die tonight the beanbag chair isn’t such a bad place to do it.”

Had a conversation with my stepson afterwards where they said they were smoking very infrequently due to how it impacted their anxiety. I said “Well yeah, you’re not smoking weed, you’re smoking joints that can’t actually kill you but try their damnedest anyway. I’ve had mushroom trips that were easier on the ol’ noggin.”

HALT! Surprise mandatory sock inspection!

Tee hee, funni name.

[+based in Canada]