Northern California Wedding Shower - Jenny Jedeikin
From the San Francisco Chronicle Sunday magazine, 2005
Wrapped in thick glimmering red paper and tied with a white linen ribbon,the little box reeks of home grown marijuana, as I watch my Mother noddiscreetly to its donor and quickly tuck it under her chair. “Thank you, Nan,”she says, her face drawing tight, subtly articulating her decision; This is onewedding shower gift that will miss receiving the customary “oohs and aahs”by the assembled ladies this evening.A hundred-dollar gift bag of Mendocino-County-cultivated Pot is not atraditional wedding shower gift, but my seventy-four year old Mother is not atraditional bride. Two years ago she became a licensed Marriage and Familytherapist in the state of California, and in order to quell her anxiety studyingfor the oral exams, which have a 45% passing rate, she smoked pot everynight. Except when her winter cough was acting up and smoking wasdeemed impossible; on those night she ingested popcorn doused with potbutter, expertly engineered by her fiancé, Mann. A fifty year old computerengineer, and twenty four years younger than my Mother, Mann is a personwith no social graces when it comes to civil conversation, but he will smuglyshare instructions for condensing marijuana into butter, if necessary.He is not here tonight.