Okay, so last night I went out with my cousin Chummu and had two cocktails and five cigarettes. I needed it, the break I mean; the break from monotony. Yesterday I tried a Gin cocktail for the first time; usually I am a Vodka or Wine person. To tell you the truth, I could hardly tell the difference between Vodka and Gin. Probably because the Gin was mixed with other things to make my cocktail. I wanted to have more drinks but did not, since we had to come home later and I did not want Dad to suspect that we had been up to some mischief when according to him I had taken Chummu to check out an awesome new Pizza place.
Last night was fun. I smoked for the first time and smoked five cigarettes in a row, which later made me feel that all my innards are on fire and that my intestines have turned to ashes. I have tried to smoke twice before but could never suck it in. Last night I managed to achieve that feat and in amazement mixed with a sense of achievement stopped only after five cigarettes and when I had started feeling queasy. However, I am not going to have a smoke again, never. I had a very disturbed sleep last night because of those five bloody cigarettes.
Anyhow, I and Chummu had a sort of reunion yesterday. It had been a reeaallly long time since we talked like that. It was good, everything, the drinks, the gossip, the sleeping together, even those cigarettes in some way. I also had a talk with GO (My George Orwell) after having my drinks and cigarettes, and it was fun too. I giggled a lot while talking to him. Usually I don't giggle, I laugh. Was I flirting? Naaah. GO is an old friend, I can't flirt with him after all these years. I don't think so!!! However, I know I usually am a big flirt after a couple of drinks. But no, I wasn't flirting with GO. Oh well, I sense some confusion here :-)
Oh, the best part of last evening was that I bought two books. GO was after my life to read Nineteen Eighty-Four, so I finally bought that and another GO-recommended book, in fact his favourite, To Kill A Mockingbird. That makes me a rich book lover for sometime. I and GO have plans of catching up this Saturday. Its been a long time since we met, so GO would drive all the way from Noida to Gurgaon to meet me. That's sweet of him, ain't it?? :-)
10 comments:
That wasnt flirting or was it? :)
Just a cigar next time and then no more ciggs!
Wow!
Smoking is so awesome...
I don't do it, but am thoroughly fascinated with smoking. Since I was 4, my mother says.
@GO:
I still am confused whether it was flirting or not. Let me have a couple of drinks this Saturday when we meet and then we can see whether I flirt :-)
Yeah just that Cigar and then no more ciggs.
@unsungpsalm:
Fascinated with smoking since you were 4!!! Sweetheart, you were as bad as I was. I was fascinated with drinks and Dad always obliged by letting me have a sip from his drink :-)
why would you want to stop after 5 cigs da? the best part is yet to come, after you've gotten your lips hooked to nicotine.... oh sweet jesus, that draaaaaag can make any man (or woman!) worth their nicotine salt, beg for more from their 83 mm fix ...
good book..:)
n smoking kills..glad that u stopped right there.. n drunken conversations r always fun.. hehe..
thanks for coming.. to my page... do come again for some nutty read
@mister avant garde:
I did not WANT to stop after 5 ciggs, I HAD to!!! From what you have written methinks you smoke like a chimney :P
@Chriz:
You mean the 6th cigarette would have killed me?? Lolz.... But yeah, I didn't like the expereince, so not going to repeat that again. Drunken conversations are a different story though :-)
ummmm, no i don't ... wish i did, but unfortuntely i don't ... i'll b seen with a high-inducing-stick in my hand, only wen i'm sloshed... now pls don't say i drink like a fish, coz it's an emphatic no for that as well!
like unsungpsalm and u i hav forever been fantasised wid smoking but never had the guts to try them. although did it's big brother (wine) without any care.
ooh "to kill a mocking bird" is a fantastic read!
I recommend it highly!
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