I told our bestie that I did not think it was a actually great system for us to take all of our weed to the river.
The two of us planned to spend the whole morning at the river, but I was upset that both of us would lose our weed and I knew there was no way both of us were going to smoke everything in our bag.
My bestie still insisted that she did not want to run out. I packed all of our weed supplies into our go bag. When both of us got to the river, the wind was actually calm and still. I did not think it was a bad system to bring the weed at all until later that morning when both of us tried to smoke a joint. I rolled up 8 joints and there was no wind at all. I set the joint down for a moment and a big gust of wind picked it up and moved it to the other side of the towel. After that, another giant gust of wind picked up our bin of weed and dumped it all over the sand. There was a half ounce of flower in that bin at the time and I was actually anxious and miserable. I yelled at our bestie although I knew it wasn’t her fault. It was her system to take everything both of us had to the beach although I said it was a bad idea. I was annoyed and miserable, however particularly it entirely wasn’t anyone’s fault for the problem. Accidents happen and both of us l gained a terribly upscale lesson that morning at the river.