Two Exes Drink Weed Wine And Watch Erotic Thrillers
Things only get more ridiculous from there.
Here’s the thing about my ex and me: We’re still friends and we still watch bad movies together. You could even say watching bad movies and equitably sharing custody of our chihuahua mutt is our thing. So even though we’re no longer dating, it makes sense that we’d open a bottle of weed wine and turn on Body Double, an erotic thriller about a struggling actor whose pervy voyeurism gets him embroiled in the porn industry and a truly wacky murder mystery. Be warned, I’m going to spoil the hell out of this movie because you’ll likely still watch it just to verify it was actually this bad.
But first, the weed wine. Rebel Coast's 2016 Sauvignon Blanc is essentially a cannabis-infused, fermented grape juice without the alcohol. Beyond the fact that we should probably all avoid getting crossfaded for our own health and wellness, the state of California has outlawed weedy alcoholic beverages. So, there’s that. There is a somewhat surprising benefit to leaving out the alcohol, though. According to Rebel Coast’s website, each glass contains only 35 calories—that’s roughly 100 calories less than your average glass of white wine. But those calories or lack thereof don’t mean much of anything if you have the desire to inhale a plate of taquitos once the high kicks in. I hate to say it, friends, but weedy treats are rarely diet-friendly.
“I appreciate the fact that the dosing actually makes sense for this particular beverage.”
After settling into the couch with a heap of dim sum and Body Double cued up on Amazon Prime, I poured each of us a hearty glass. I appreciate the fact that the dosing actually makes sense for this particular beverage. At 5mg THC per glass, it’s approachable for the cannabis curious without being too weak for casual users. In my mind, it equates to the subtle buzz non-alcoholics might get from one glass of wine. And in case your wine glasses have a lot more girth than the average 5-ounce variety, Rebel Coast has dashes on the bottle’s label marking off 5mg doses. Nice touch.
I asked Mike how he was feeling before we dove in. He reported feeling “chill,” and while I was happy for him, I had a lingering headache threatening to strike back with a vengeance. Normally, I’d never open a bottle of wine with my brain close to implosion, but knowing this one was weed-based prompted me to throw all caution to the wind. So, we clinked our glasses and took large swigs.