I always pride myself on saying just like Bill Clinton that I have never inhaled. Seriously, I haven't. From cigarettes to other stuff that might have come my way (I am referring to hookahs, not illegal drugs you morons), I think I have never truly inhaled any smoke. And tonight was obviously not my night to start.
As it turns out, Ashton had never been to Javier's. He has lived in Dallas for well over a year and has never found his way to the cigar bar. We went there on a whim, primarily to celebrate a project he was finishing at work. It's great to have a neighbor with such similar tastes. We had a fabulous dinner (I never seem to order anything other than the filet cantinflas though), some top shelf margaritas (too many to count!), and good conversation about our crazy lives. And unlike my Javier's outings with Roger Hayes, we had a whole container of butter left on the table!
Then, as expected, we made our way to the cigar bar where

I don't know what type of cigar he ordered for us, as he is obviously a cigar aficionado. His conversation with the waiter was well over my head. But, I got the lesson on why to cut or not cut the end, how and when to take a drag, etc. I thought I was doing quite well, especially given that I found out you don't really inhale cigar smoke as much as others. His only comment to me, said with a little smirk, was "You look awkward with that in your mouth!" I don't exactly know how I am supposed to take a comment like that. And for that reason, I won't include the picture of me smoking. But, I will include Ashton's photo as he looks just too cool. Oh well....I guess I am just not meant to be a smoker of any sort.
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There has been a paucity of Roger Hayes stories on this blog lately.
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