Friday, September 29, 2006

old places and old faces

I made a sort of drunken pledge with a friend on the "quit smoking" thing. We said we'd quit in September. She picked the date of the 23d as the quit date. I quit. She didn't.

We met up last night for dinner for the first time since I quit. She was smoking like a chimney. It was hard, but I didn't smoke. As we sat in the restaurant, I had the heretical, hypocritical notion that no one should smoke around me. Just like the urge to smoke, I took a sip of water and shook off that notion, too.

1 comment:

Sam said...

I haven't been by in a while and was tickled to read you've given up the coffin nails. I did the same thing myself a year and a half or so ago. As you've discovered, the first couple of weeks is tough, but once you realize you're just not a smoker anymore, you'll wonder why it took you so long. Congrats!