Tonight is the last night of official smoking in Baltimore.
Although most bars are planning to carry through the weekend with smokeathons and ash tray give aways...up until post-Superbowl hangovers.
I unfortunately will be in NYC and not be able to avail myself to the last moments of smoking joy.
I'll miss you cigarettes. I'll miss you when I laugh and when I drink a Jameson on the rocks with a High Life back on a cold or warm afternoon. I'll miss you at poker tables. I'll miss you as something to do with my mouth because of my insane oral fixation. I'll miss the french inhale that I have mastered and the eye squint. I'll miss being a good smoker. I'll miss butting you out and oddly I'll miss the smell of you. I'll miss how you make other people feel awkward and how you really piss off the soccer moms of America. I'll miss the pseudo-esque American freedom that cigarettes scream...as if James Dean, Sinatra, and Bogart will now be looked at in a different light by the next generation.
Sometimes is there anything sexier than someone lighting a cigarette?
Is there anything more disgusting sometimes as well?
Goodbye smoking in bars. Goodbye. If you would like to enjoy the last night of smoking with me - - - I will be out and about this evening. Feel free to smoke inside for the last time in Baltimore.