For my 21st birthday, grandma promised me a very special trip. She was going to take me where ever I wanted to go. I wanted to go to Las Vegas, thinking there was no way she was ever going to take me there, but I was wrong. I was her only granddaughter, and she spoiled me rotten. Grandpa gave us some extra money and told us to have fun. Although the flight to Las Vegas was quite hectic, we were both excited to get there. We checked into the hotel/casino, and grandma asked about the local marijuana dispensaries. The concierge gave her a pamphlet that showed not just restaurants, and places of interest to visit, but all the cannabis dispensaries within walking distance of the hotel. We quickly got into our room, unpacked our clothes, took a shower, and we were ready to explore. For the next week, grandma and I gambled in the casinos, went to several off-the-wall museums, saw a drag show, and not only did I get to have alcohol while gambling, but I also got to try marijuana for the first time. Grandma insisted we walk to the local marijuana dispensary, but we ended up at the cannabis Café instead. We ate lunch in the cannabis Café and took several brownies and cupcakes back to the hotel with us. After eating the wonderful lunch, we went back to rest for the evening. We never made it to the casinos. We went down long enough to go to the buffet for dinner, since we were both starving. We went back to the room to eat our brownies and get some sleep. We had to catch our flight home at 5 AM.
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