Rough day. Not feeling so hot. My throat's all dry and scratch, bt that's from the cold I've got (at least that's what I tell myself.) But the biggest challenge awaits: A friend of mine is leaving the company forever today and his sendoff is tonight. To make matters just a little more complicated, one of my fave indie bands is playing the Rivoli tonight, so of course I'm going.
So I head down to the pub to see Jared and wish him well. I have a smoke before going in. Then for 3 hours I drink lightly and chat. About halfway through I leave to try and score a cigarette off some random stranger on the sidewalk, but instead I just go for a tour around the block. Once back inside I'm introduced to a super interesting dude who, I learn, is a physicist. Completely on edge, I run my mouth off on theories of alternate universes, Plank length, and the universal hologram theory. I stop short of explaining why Back to the Future II is a scientific impossibility, thank Christ. At 8:00 I bail; gotta go meet the wifey and head on down to the Riv to see the Switch open for Dance Yourself to Death.
When we get to the club, I pour out of the cab and light a smoke. I enjoy that as Pam & I walk to the bank machine, where I meet a drunk tourist who bums a cigarette off me as we trade semi-toxicated riffs about quitting smoking. His friend is profoundly unimpressed. On the way back to the Rivoli, I light another, for which Pam administers unto me a very stern admonishment. But that's it for me until the band is done playing. I grab one smoke between sets and one on the way home.
Total count for the day: 7
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