GGECO

Judging from the looks of this club, I thought I had found my Canadu! haha, get it. Xanadu?! No? Fuck you get off my page!
The cushy butter yellow leather sofas, the cheesy-​gorgeous art encased in coffin-​shaped frames and the big beautiful salt-​water fish tank, I could watch that thing all day long. Such a beautiful establishment up front.
Then I entered what I will now refer to as the mullet of this place. See, the front was all tame and deceitful because there was a party going on back here.
Guys were everywhere, people were movin and shakin and everyone was busy busy busy. just doing a whole bunch of nothing.
It totally gave me anxiety, and that would piss my doctor off because anxiety is the reason I am even in here in the first place :). I’m trying to get a handle on it ya know?
The budtender was a chick with no personality. She just stood there looking useless while I pieced together the pricing and coding for the strains, as this was my 1^st time.
They had some delicious smelling Blue Dream, Blue Cheese and Blackberry Kush. but somehow my brain skipped a beat and opted for the Banana Kush, which i didn’t even stop to smell because I felt the need to get the fuck out of there… because as I said before, they were all doing stuff back there. except the budtender chick who was ‘assisting’ me.
They get 2 stars. 1 for the beautiful décor and 1 for the guy who educated me on Blue Dream a little better than others have.
Beyond that, the GGECO gets a big hell no from this chickie. I’m supposed to be happy when I leave these clubs, not in a panic.
I don’t think I can forgive the them for harshing my mellow. I pay a lot of money to stay this mellow!