Smoking Hookah in Kuwait = Happy Hour in the US – Women
I am not ashamed to admit that smoking out of a water pipe is a social activity I partake in on a daily basis. My virgin lungs may be polluted but I’m in Kuwait for crying out loud….everybody smokes here. I’d rather take the responsibility of screwing up my lungs, than becoming a stupid second hand smoke statistic. After seeing Usain Bolt kill the 100M record, I thought it be fun to see how fast I can run with my polluted lungs...I clocked my 100M sprint @ 13 seconds flat....not bad eh? Not much to celebrate about either, because apparently smoking hookah is worse than cigarettes and one of the leading causes for infertility….but then again this research was done by European scientists. I’ve stop fretting over research studies because it’s all relative or maybe that’s just an excuse some of us use when in need.
The client invited me to go smoke shisha with him during work hours to talk about project related issues. I was really excited at first, but then this guy orders a hookah without any foil…and the coal is directly placed on this extra strong tobacco (“aka Saloom”).
For you non-shishites (:D) that don’t know what I’m talking about: there is foil with tiny little holes placed over the tobacco bowl. The foil acts as a filter, and allows the flavor to last longer. I can’t even smoke it if the holes are too big, because all the ashes end up in the container, in which case you’re better off chewing on a smoldering piece of coal rather than sucking through a pipe.
For you non-shishites (:D) that don’t know what I’m talking about: there is foil with tiny little holes placed over the tobacco bowl. The foil acts as a filter, and allows the flavor to last longer. I can’t even smoke it if the holes are too big, because all the ashes end up in the container, in which case you’re better off chewing on a smoldering piece of coal rather than sucking through a pipe.
So back to my story…this coal craving macho prick gets the “Saloom” flavored hookah …and then asks me what I want. At the time, I was craving grape or an apple-mint combo, but I had to reevaluate my decision because now my manly ego is at stake. It’s like when someone gets a scotch on the rocks at happy hour, and you get a cosmopolitan with a cherry on top….while trying to convince the bartender it’s for your girlfriend.
Thankfully, I did not succumb to the societal pressures and ordered myself a nice fruity flavored grape hookah. Also, I blew some smoke loops in his face to redeem my inexperience [ok, now I’m exaggerating]. I find it very entertaining watching grown ass men blow fruit loops at hookah lounges...and if you think I’m easily amused, I implore you to stare at the next blowfish that gets off on forming smoke circles.
Doesn't he look 'oh so special' - Who the f%*# pictures themself blowing loops?
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