Back when I was in my twenties I was a smoker. So was my sister. But my brother was a non-smoker. A hater non-smoker. But he was also, like so many young, Californian males, a pot smoker. And saw no hypocrisy with that. Cigarettes gave you cancer but pot was a natural product! lol
Perhaps he was right to some extent, but I think science has proven it can also cause cancer. It didn’t matter, we all thought it was bunk. But we honored his rules of no cigarettes in the house… even while he filled his apartment with a different smoke.
The most amusing example of that was when him & his friends planned a ski trip to Mammoth. I went along to try my hand at skiiing and cuz I wanted to have a fun vacation and my brother’s events were always amazing. Even though he’d put the word out I was off limits to date. (So in all our years I only got to play with ONE of his friends. I don’t know who he was protecting me… or his friends!)
Any way. So this trip was during New Years and we had sooo very much fun. One of the most amusing was HOW we ended up ringing in the new year. After a day of power skiing (these guys worked hard, played hard & partied well) we all decided to go to dinner. Not really putting it together that the rest of the town would be doing the same. The wait for a table was about 2 hours. No problem… we all waited in the bar!
By the time we were seated we were starving! And drunk! And Starving!! We threw our orders at the waitress counting the minutes till she returned. When the food arrived we tore into it like wolves! Ten minutes later we hear this loud noise… like counting. Glancing at each other we reach for glasses and in between mouths of food, barely looking up, we toast in the New Year and go back to our feast!
Yet on our first night, as everyone is drinking.. (I literally hung by the freezer taking shots of Jagermeister.. yum!) & chatting about their skiing, my sister goes out on the balcony to have a cigarette. BUT… she stands in the doorway and is arguing with my brother how its not fair that SHE has to go out in the cold to have a cigarette when the haze from the pot smoke in the room is giving anyone who wants it a contact high! He’s arguing back and we’re all yelling at the two of them…..
“Who cares!!! Shut the F*cking door!!! Its COLD!!”
Of course, there were those of us high from the contact & Jager who couldn’t yell cuz we were laughing so hard!!