A hookah flew in to my mouth

After the gloating nature of the last post of course it was only natural that I took a running dive off of the wagon. Saturday night found me reconnecting with an old friend who loves her smokey treats. And so I allowed a bottle of red and fond memories to sway me and I had a couple of cigs before heading in to the city. I was OK with it. In the past there would have been self-recriminations piled high but I'm over that. I was OK with it. The evening develops and we end up at an Egyptian lounge and what do you know? Hookah time! I'm not really sure how much tobacco is in a hookah but off I went.

Still, other than feeling extremely dried out all Sunday I haven't experienced any smoking cravings as a result.