Bigga Petey
Lowland Gorilla
Neighbor hosted a little card party last night. Friendly, sociable game. A few other friends and neighbors partaking.
In any event, I am th only one who smokes, anything. They have a nice house, neither him nor his wife smoke. I figure it's going to be a bit of a challenge to play cards all night, sip some whiskey, and NOT burn a stick. Almost un-natural.
So, about an hour into the game, my neighbor, and the host, says we need some more atmosphere. Some smoke in the air. The scent of a good stogie, as it were. He asks me if I carried any cigars with me. Well shh-yeah. I always pack a three finger leather case.
"Would I mind smoking one?" he asks. I tell him I would be more than willing to oblige, but he needs to check with his better half first. He dutifully beckons his wife to the poker table and puts forward his request. I insist that I just might make it through the evening wihout a smoke, and that the request was not initiated by myself.
Amamzingly, she relents. I am given permission to stoke up a cigar. It's cigarette smoke that she finds offensive.
So, at the behest of my hosts, I procure a Punch RS12 from my jacket pocket, clip, and light. My Irish Red Breast suddenly tastes better (it is St. Patty's Day eve after all), and I don't mind losing a hand or two.
It was a great evening. :ss
In any event, I am th only one who smokes, anything. They have a nice house, neither him nor his wife smoke. I figure it's going to be a bit of a challenge to play cards all night, sip some whiskey, and NOT burn a stick. Almost un-natural.
So, about an hour into the game, my neighbor, and the host, says we need some more atmosphere. Some smoke in the air. The scent of a good stogie, as it were. He asks me if I carried any cigars with me. Well shh-yeah. I always pack a three finger leather case.
"Would I mind smoking one?" he asks. I tell him I would be more than willing to oblige, but he needs to check with his better half first. He dutifully beckons his wife to the poker table and puts forward his request. I insist that I just might make it through the evening wihout a smoke, and that the request was not initiated by myself.
Amamzingly, she relents. I am given permission to stoke up a cigar. It's cigarette smoke that she finds offensive.
So, at the behest of my hosts, I procure a Punch RS12 from my jacket pocket, clip, and light. My Irish Red Breast suddenly tastes better (it is St. Patty's Day eve after all), and I don't mind losing a hand or two.
It was a great evening. :ss
