Giving in to Peer Pressure or Why I am the Queen of Putrecence
Aaaahhhh, California...
There are some times that I really find myself yearning for familiar faces, places and laws.
Such is the case after a "night on the town" in Hawai'i.
It may start with different people, locations, scripts, but it always ends the same--and here I must quote Krusty Krab of SpongeBob fame---with the "Smelly smell of a smell that smells smelly..." He was talking about anchovies. I am talking about cigarettes.
For example, the past 2 Saturdays, I have gone out with friends to some well populated bars. The first time, having a late start, all primped and ready at 12:45 am, we went directly to the place that is open til 4am and closed the place down, dribbling ourselves back into bed by 5. Having no sleep, and , ahem, a little more alcohol than what was proper, I felt like crap the whole next day. I had been too tired to (ear muffs, Sactown kid) wash the face or even brush teeth, let alone take a shower when we got home from the bar.
Why the shower, you might ask? Here is where the "laws" part kicks in.
Say what you want about us liberal Californians "restricting" citizens' freedom by trying to make the world a safer place--saving trees, making burly Harley riders wear helmets, seat restraints for kids under 8, and yes, public smoking laws.
Now I don't care if they were trying to prevent lung cancer. I am just wistful for clean smelling hair and clothes, 2 things I dreadfully miss about living here in paradise. With these porous substances soaking up smoke like the aforementioned Bob, I vowed "Never again!" At least not until...
...this past Saturday, out a bit earlier (11ish) to a different bar first. It is annoying enough to have smoke curling up from the adjacent person's cancer stick--you can picture the cartoon skull and crossbones forming in the smoke, dancing cheekily above our heads--but then to ALSO have to put up with the stench after you leave?? Oh, the humanity, people!
So, with a little math calculations (2 hours less of bar time= more than half as much less reeking) and with some thought to having a productive Sunday, I made another vow...this one being "I will not stay out til 4am!"
But peer pressure being what it is, there I was drinking and dancing til 4, clinging tightly to my crown and sash, ruling somewhat sheepishly from my throne as the Queen of Putrecence.
There are some times that I really find myself yearning for familiar faces, places and laws.
Such is the case after a "night on the town" in Hawai'i.
It may start with different people, locations, scripts, but it always ends the same--and here I must quote Krusty Krab of SpongeBob fame---with the "Smelly smell of a smell that smells smelly..." He was talking about anchovies. I am talking about cigarettes.
For example, the past 2 Saturdays, I have gone out with friends to some well populated bars. The first time, having a late start, all primped and ready at 12:45 am, we went directly to the place that is open til 4am and closed the place down, dribbling ourselves back into bed by 5. Having no sleep, and , ahem, a little more alcohol than what was proper, I felt like crap the whole next day. I had been too tired to (ear muffs, Sactown kid) wash the face or even brush teeth, let alone take a shower when we got home from the bar.
Why the shower, you might ask? Here is where the "laws" part kicks in.
Say what you want about us liberal Californians "restricting" citizens' freedom by trying to make the world a safer place--saving trees, making burly Harley riders wear helmets, seat restraints for kids under 8, and yes, public smoking laws.
Now I don't care if they were trying to prevent lung cancer. I am just wistful for clean smelling hair and clothes, 2 things I dreadfully miss about living here in paradise. With these porous substances soaking up smoke like the aforementioned Bob, I vowed "Never again!" At least not until...
...this past Saturday, out a bit earlier (11ish) to a different bar first. It is annoying enough to have smoke curling up from the adjacent person's cancer stick--you can picture the cartoon skull and crossbones forming in the smoke, dancing cheekily above our heads--but then to ALSO have to put up with the stench after you leave?? Oh, the humanity, people!
So, with a little math calculations (2 hours less of bar time= more than half as much less reeking) and with some thought to having a productive Sunday, I made another vow...this one being "I will not stay out til 4am!"
But peer pressure being what it is, there I was drinking and dancing til 4, clinging tightly to my crown and sash, ruling somewhat sheepishly from my throne as the Queen of Putrecence.
posted by Manoa Missy at 2:13 PM
1 Comments:
Hi Dancing Queen! Maybe you can carry some Oust spray with you and use it at will! Cigarette smoke sux.
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