I was a bad kid in high school—the kind that ended up in home school, then Christian school, plus lockdown for the next three years after I got caught doing hard drugs in my freshman year. I never got a driver’s license, went to a house party, or even smoked weed. By senior year, all I wanted was one normal high school memory, and prom seemed like an easy target: Pick a normal guy, join him and his bros on a party bus, hit the afterparty featuring a performance by Shwayze (it was 2008), almost have sex, post the photos on that then-new Facebook thing, and reminisce for years to come on “the best years of our lives.” Tragic.
Nearly a decade later, the Ganja Goddess Gala—a prom-themed dance party organized by the female-centric cannabis retreat Ganja Goddess Getaway—gave me the shot to relive my prom, perfectly timed with my new love affair with pot.
Co-founder and self-proclaimed “canna-celebrity” Mama Sailene Ossman practically begged me not to bring my own weed. “You will get lit. Pace yourself,” she warned,