I don’t know how my sister did it, but she booked us into a Las Vegas, Nevada casino/hotel room for practically nothing. I think we were both under the assumption that every hotel/casino in Las Vegas, Nevada, would be a fabulous sight to behold. When we got to our hotel, it was in the old part of town, and we were half afraid to walk from the parking lot to the casino/hotel. We definitely knew there were some kind of odd things happening in this hotel, because along with the hotel amenities written on a card and a room service menu that showed their service fees, but there was also a menu from a marijuana café that delivered. I knew that Las Vegas, Nevada had legalized both medical and recreational marijuana, but I didn’t know that they would deliver to the hotel rooms. I was sure that once my sister saw that the flyer, that she would not want to be leaving the casino or the hotel for the entire three days we had spent here. She would go back and forth from the casino to our hotel room, waiting for the delivery from the marijuana dispensary. I was pretty sure that I was going to be left sightseeing on my own, and probably even going to dinners by myself. Instead, she took one look at the marijuana dispensary menu, and put it in a drawer. She said that she was here with me to celebrate my 21st birthday, and nothing was going to stop her from celebrating with me. For the first time in many years, I felt like I was more important than marijuana to her.