fallen off the wagon or just drug behind it

i have this dependency, not unlike an alcohol or tobacco dependancy, that after about 4 months of being on the wagon for, i've fallen off. and i've fallen a long way.

Hi, my name is LBG, and i'm a seed-a-holic. yup, laugh all you want, but almost nothing beats the sensation of having a wad of sunflower seeds stuffed back in your cheek, cracking and spitting them, savoring the delicious meat inside and needing that salt fix. it's horrible and it's messy (see Jim Carrey in Ace Ventura) and it makes me drink a lot of water and spend a lot of time in the bathroom, tinkling.

i'd given it up almost four months ago because i was afraid i was consuming to much salt, but the urges were to much and i'm back eating them, even as we speak.

now, talk about being drug behind the wagon?
it sounds painful and it is, so this is one wagon i won't fall off of - smoking. not cigarettes (bubblegum or otherwise), but cigars. friday night was a beautiful night and i took shithead out for a long walk and decided to smoke a cigar i had left over from my camping trip the previous weekend. a nice 45 minute walk and then to sit on the patio and finish it off while watching my new copy of the shinning (it's digitally remastered!). cigars and jack, does it get any better? i didn't think so until i climed into bed and felt like ralphing all over the place. ugh!

so, the next night, Any and i have a double date. With Stacy and her best friend, Greta, whom Any has the hots for. we let the girls pick our destination and we ended up at Al Amir's, a Lebanese restaurant and bar. none of us were really hungry, but wanted drinks and the place is known for it's belly dancers on friday and saturday nights and also for it's hooka pipes. the four of us settle at a table in the bar and order drinks and on our second round, order a pipe. Any and i suddenly look at each other and start quoting Animal House (do you mind if we dance wif your dates?...if i were you, i'd be...LEAVING! what a great idea!). the pipe stands about 3.5 feet above our table and we decided on a melon flavored tobacco. having smoked cigarettes and weed in my life, i know what a smoking buzz feels like and this was just plain bizarre. three heavy drags off the pipe and you are manhandled by a buzz that hits quick and hard and then is gone about 3-4 minutes later. in that 3-4 minutes, you feel as if you've lost complete control of yourself. sometimes in a good way, sometimes in a bad way. i'm certain our drinks weren't helping, but it's an odd feeling.

as the night progressed, we were entertained by a belly dancer who did a wonderful job and then, eventually, the place turned into a dance club and we happened to be sitting right by the stage. the music was loud and techno and good, but after a while, it was a bit much. we decided on somewhere quieter and while Any and I payed the bill, the girls took to the dance floor.

our ride to the new location prompted a call from Greta, who had met us at Al Amir on her own and the conversation was something like

Stacy: ...yeah, that was a lot of fun...yeah, just keep following us, we should be there soon...hey, no problem, we were happy you could join us. (stacy hangs up)She said to say thanks to us and that she's going to thank Any later...

hehehehe, well, i guess Any exchanged digits with Greta and maybe more is to come. we all hope so.