The Morning After: Fashion and fried Oreos
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Leaving the restaurant, we couldn’t help but notice a large group of people gathered outside a storefront exactly two doors down from Salt. Walking closer, we heard reggae music and were drawn into the Hookah Lounge. I’ve seen hookahs before but have never actually used one. Noticing my inquisitive look, one of the employees came up and encouraged me to sit down and try it. After explaining that it was my first time, I once again received the royal treatment with a full-blown guide through the smoking process. The employee turned out to be the owner, and he explained that each hookah is made in Egypt. He used the tongs on the top of the hookah, handed me a plastic mouthpiece, and told me to inhale but to hold the smoke in my mouth and not let it into my lungs.
It sounds like a cliche, but “I did not inhale” and kept the smoke in my mouth, tasting the fruit flavor and the sweetness of the tobacco. A few seconds later I felt lightheaded from the tobacco buzz. Although I’m not a smoker and don’t like cigarettes, the tobacco in the hookah didn’t have the same smell as cigarettes. I don’t condone smoking, but with the cultural history of smoking from a hookah and the process being far more complex than just lighting up a smoke, I saw this, personally, as a leisurely experience.
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