Last summer, I headed to Las Vegas, NV, with many of my friends, then my oldest neighbor Sally had gone to school in Las Vegas, and she wanted to go back for their 10th year reunion, then it surprised me when she invited Annie and me to go along with her, then the two of us knew we couldn’t go to the class reunion, however we were all going to share the cost of the room, and while she was at the reunion, Annie and I took off to check out the casinos. The first thing Annie and I found was a recreational marijuana dispensary. The two of us both felt appreciate little kids and clapped our hands. The two of us both picked out some marijuana infused snacks to take back to the room, on our way out, we noticed there was a cannabis café about a block away from where we were. It was hard to mistake the café, because of almost everyone who were laying outside on the sidewalk at small tables and chairs. The two of us hadn’t had dinner, so we evaluated it out. Instead of eating food, we tried the cupcakes. I had a cup of coffee, and she had a glass of milk to go with her cupcake. The two of us were on our way back to the hotel with our marijuana goodies when the Coke and cupcake hit me. I realized why it was called a cannabis café. They infused everything they sold with marijuana. I looked at Annie and told her I did not think I was going home, and if she ever found yourself in Las Vegas again, she should look me up. Two weeks after we got home, Annie and I were packing everything we owned and moving to Las Vegas, NV. The two of us were going to open our own cannabis café.