When 62-year-old Jeri hosts her weekly canasta game at her posh Madison Avenue pad, she puts out a spread. There are salads, sushi, cookies, vodka cocktails and of course, a pipe, marijuana and gummy edibles — cannabis-infused candy.
“The other day, we were stoned out of our minds, under-the-floor hysterical,” said Jeri, a retired celebrity jewelry designer. “My friends came at 12:30 p.m. and didn’t leave until 6:30 p.m. Everyone wants to come to my house.”
It’s a shift from the first time Jeri, who asked that her last name not be used, first offered her well-heeled gal pals some pot a year and a half ago.
“The girls looked at me like, ‘What are you doing?’ It was like I had a weapon on me.”
Nowadays, thanks in part to her son, who works in the marijuana business in Colorado, her friends can’t get enough.
“They are texting me, ‘Can you hook me up?’