I couldn't smoke it, because I could lose my job, but holy crap it was everywhere and I certainly inhaled a lot of second-hand sweet-smelling smoke. When the club said no smoking, that didn't include pot smoking. In Boulder, the college kids were smoking in small groups sitting in front of shops on the street. Every third store sold "toasted" wares, which apparently was code. So many bongs, I thought I was being gonged by Cheech & Chong on The Gong Show.
