Tuesday, August 26, 2008

Milkshakes and Cigars anyone?


On Saturday night Annie & Kev came over for ice cream and board games. Now that may seem a little old-fashioned, but it is actually a whole lot of fun. Especially if you have the right people around to share in the fun. First though, we decided to head over to Dewars, a locally founded and incredibly popular, ice cream parlor which is still decorated in the oh-so-cute 1950's decor. Tony and I shared the banana split, and it was delicious!
On our way to Dewars, Kevin had another craving; cigars. For the life of me I can NOT understand as to why anyone in their right mind would enjoy a cigar. To me they smell like horse manure, and when cigars are lit, the essence de poo surrounds everything in the environment around them. I really don't mind pipe tobacco though, actually, I kind-of like it. Any time I smell it, I think of the marina called Pelican Harbor up in Sausalito, and the old captain who lived on his boat up the docks from Ray's boat. Anytime I would sit on the docks in the evening watching the sun set over the bay, the smell of cherry or vanilla pipe tobacco would waft through the air and always made me feel so peaceful. But when it comes to cigars, I just don't understand. It must be a guy thing. So, after we finished our ice cream and playing our board game, to my chagrin, Tony and Kevin decided to partake in an evening smoke and game of darts on the patio. Every time I walked outside, the smell practically knocked me down! I never thought of Tony as the cigar smoking type, and I think he actually liked it because he said "I could get used to this". Boo!
If he decides he wants to be a social cigar smoker, I think each time he has one he may have to sleep in the hammock outside. I just can't stand the smell!

1 comment:

whiskey jones said...

You are soooo right about "The Captain" at the docks in Sausalito! Everytime I smell that aroma, I cannot help but to have peaceful memories of hanging upside down over the edge of the dock, watching the crabs move around the anenomes (and so on).

I miss you Jeny!