CannaCon is an enormous cannabis-business convention that was held last month at the absolute worst place in Seattle: the cruise ship terminal. Yes, I know the cruise industry stimulates our economy, but if forced to choose, I’d way rather be forced to mingle with, say, Amazon brogrammers in South Lake Union than sunburned Oklahoman anti-choice warriors who are on a never-ending quest for the Gum Wall and “that place where they throw the fish.”
CannaCon—”Where the Cannabis Industry Does Business”—was one of those events where thousands of glossy info sheets are handed out for no real purpose other than to make the Lorax cry. Plastic gift bags full of disposable promotional junk are foisted upon you left and right. Like most trade conventions, it is an environmental nightmare. I even tried to take public transit there and was forced to walk dejectedly across the vast paved expanse of the pier while enormous charter buses shuttling convention-goers to and from the parking lot blew by me…