Cigarettes and Booze

Since i was sick and in a general state of malaise for several weeks, this weekend was the first time in awhile I ventured into the night for some beers. I was so excited to be out of the house, my mind was on sensory overload for the first 20 minutes after stepping inside the bar. It's amazing, I used to be a regular bar rat, sitting at the bar atleast 3 or 4 days out of the week. It was so habitual (yes, i like that word) that the post bar cigarette smoke infested clothing sensation seemed normal ( once inside a bar, everyone takes on the characteristic of a giant smoke absorbing sponge). Anyway, i smelled my clothes Sunday morning and almost suffocated from smoke-filled clothing inhalation. Seriously. So I washed them right away and pondered how in my bar ratting days I ever managed to wear the same things to the bar repeatedly without washing them, when they obviously harbored an omnipresent smoke odor (though, logically speaking it made sense to wear previously worn clothes as they were already smoked quite thoroughly). At any rate, I had a blast Saturday night and was blissfully unaware that I smelled like a chimney, so it didn't matter. That was the first shot of Jaeger I've had in months, and the first game of pool too. Two thumbs up on both. And, I still don't even really mind the whole cigarette debaucle. Never have. Bars and cigarettes just seem to kind of go together. I think i must have iron lungs by now anyways.