Hookah

Yesterday was odd.

I went out to eat with a friend of mine, and a friend of hers, and then a friend of that friend. Emily, who was the friend of my friends friend was a bitch but she was stunning. It was just four girls at diner, no boys. I had no idea why she was so dolled up. I did however want to steal her bright orange chucks.

Diner was fun though. I felt like a cow when I was done with my food, there was just sooo much. And I ate it all.


After diner me and Jess, my friend, when to the hookah bar. I am eighteen so it would not have been a problem to get in, but I have I never smoked hookah before. And my friend had only been once and was not sure how to 'order' it, well I obviously did not know either. So we bailed to go smoke in some guy basement.

I have not talked to this kid in probably three years, it was weird.

I ended up not smoking because I think it is insanely gross to suck off the same pipe thingie as someone else. I do not share a cigarette on the blue moon that I do smoke. Just eww. It bothered me to think about. Just hanging out what a lot of fun though. I wish I had more days like that. Were I have fun with no worries about anything.