So a few hours ago, I just randomly flashed back to the night I smoked hookah for the first time. It was back in December 2016, yeap, it's been a minute. I had always sworn I would never ever inhale any type of smoke, after all I'm miss goody two shoes so there is no way I would smear my character. Well, at the time my organic chemistry lab partner had just graduated and had demanded that I attend her after-graduation party because we had spent an entire semester working our asses off so I obliged. I was honestly just expecting some regular night club with some dancing and social drinking, boy was I wrong. This place (some where in downtown Atlanta)had swings for chairs and the waitresses were dressed very provocatively. And then came the hookah, I adamantly told my lab partner and her friends nope I am not. Well after listening to her calling me a whimp, I obliged and boy it was so good. It was so good to the point where I had too much darn hookah, I was feeling nice and mellow. My drive home, about twenty minutes from the club was interesting, I had a psychedelic feeling, but I couldn't figure out why I feeling that way since I didn't consume much alcohol. It was about a week later it dawned on me it was that darn hookah, funny. While I don't have any intentions of trying hookah again, moral of the story is never say never!
