Last night I smoked two Camel Lights with Laura Jane. One just after getting out of this weird timeless, location-less Irish pub (which I somehow remember the web address for after seeing it on their beer list), on I think Bleecker street. While there, Laura Jane drank cosmopolitsans, while I started with a Bass and a cup of water and then moved into vodka cranberry territory, after having specifically ordered vodka tonic. Oh well. Vodka is vodka.

So right, inside this pub, it just didn’t feel like New York City at all. There was a strange Chinese man playing solitaire by the window, which was the original clincher for me, that we should go inside. Cause it just seemed very bizarre. And it truly was. And we had this waitress, who I would like to wager had a name like “Melissa” or “Amy” and was clearly not from New York. But none of it felt like New York. It felt like it was Anywhere, USA, and that was somehow a good feeling.

And they were playing the Wedding Singer, following by Ferris Bueller on tv. And what’s weird, was that at one point, a Christmas song came on the radio, and I really felt transported through time. Like it became Christmas during that song. We talked about how crazy it would be if suddenly it really had become Christmas time, and we stepped outside in our short sleeve shirts, and it was snowing and cold. Which then launched us into topics such as “What if you woke up, and everyone in the world was gone?” and “What if you went back home, only to discover your home was gone, with no explanation or evidence of what happened?” Its funny to be able to talk about that stuff seriously with someone, and not have them think you’re crazy. I love it actually.

So right, back to the cigarettes. Okay, so she bought a pack at a deli on our way back up to Union Square (we did a lot of walking, lets just say). We smoked our first one during the walk.

This isn’t the first time I’ve dabbled in the art of cigarettery. At some point last year, John finally convinced me to smoke a couple of his cigarettes one night over beers. And I liked it, but I think I did it wrong, ultimately, cause it gave me a stomach ache, and I think I was probably swallowing the smoke somehow, instead or really breathing it in and enjoying it properly.

Thats what I did yesterday. Breathed it in. Enjoyed it. It was great actually, made me all light-headed and funny feeling. But then, I was already pretty light-headed and feeling funny to begin with, but it only enhanced it. Then we had another sitting on a bench in Union Square Park. I’ll talk more about Union Square Park later on, there’s a lot to be said about it.

Anyway, then this morning, I woke up and came to work. As usual. But not as usual, I kept noticing people with cigarettes in their hand, and thinking to myself, Hmmmm… and how somewhere in the back of my mind, I wanted one sort of. It was weird. It was very different from the first time I smoked cigarettes with John. It’s funny. It’s a weird entertaining thing to do, and I think I can see why people get so into it.

But then, I also feel kind of weird this morning, which I think is the residual feeling of it in my body, since I’m not used to it. Plus, I’m exhausted from last night anyway. I just couldnt sleep when I got home. And then, I decided I may as well top off my uncharacteristic drug usage with a cup of black coffee here at work, much to the surprise of Aron and Alexey.