Marijuana enthusiasts all over Nevada celebrated at midnight on July 1, 2017, when the state became the 5th in the U.S. to legalize the sale of recreational weed. [1]

Source: Business Insider

Some dispensaries went all out for the stroke of midnight. Some gave away free marijuana to the first 100 customers, and one entered buyers into a raffle to win a year’s worth of weed. There was free water, live music, valet parking…

Dude, they had fireworks. [2]

Hundreds of people, including tourists, lined up in the middle of the night to get their hands on some legal green. Pot fans in the other 45 states didn’t know whether to curse them or cheer them on. Most of the rest of the country still risks going to jail for relaxing and smoking a flower.

Under the new legislation, approved by voters in November 2016, people age 21 and older may buy up to an ounce of marijuana in Nevada. Tourists will undoubtedly be major consumers of weed sold in Nevada, but pot may only be used in private homes. No lighting up at the craps tables in Las Vegas.

Failing to comply could cost you $600 (but not a jail visit). That’s why dispensaries are betting that edibles are going to be hugely popular. However, dispensaries cannot be located on the Las Vegas Strip. [1], [2]

One of the first people to purchase marijuana was the “godfather of the marijuana movement” in Nevada, Sen. Tick Segerblom. He said that the marijuana industry was going to earn the state a fortune. [2]

“Every time you buy something here, 33-cents is going to taxes. This is the most heavily taxed and regulated industry in the whole state.” [2]

Marijuana is expected to generate $60 million in tax revenue the next two years.

Enjoy it while you can, Nevada. U.S. Attorney General Jefferson Beauregard Sessions III could bring an end to the good times.

Sources:

[1] Slate

[2] CNN

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