Before I have my Smirnoff Ice and fall asleep

I was supposed to type this last night but the discussion was already too heated to leave: cigarettes and sex DO go together.

Well, at least a very, very frank discussion of sex, in this case. Which I will not care to go into detail. So what was the point of bringing it up in the first place? I don't know. Except that this really comes rare with this bunch of friends that I have. I have this thinking that since we knew each other from high school, we would like to keep this 'pristine' image of each other. Which is just plain hooey.

My friends who have witnessed my bout with asthma last year will really frown upon this. I had four sticks last night. Really couldn't help it. I was with three chimneys and the long conversation at the diner did it. By the time we went home, I reached for one.

And another. And another. And yet another. Over a bottle of Riesling. Hay, the simple things in life.

Oh, the 'debate'? We had opposite views on what was happening to a friend of ours and it could have gone really nasty had we not decided to quit the topic. It was already getting lethal, as lethal as discussing religion and/or politics.

Haay, am getting wayward with blogging again, methinks.

I think Durga is already asleep. Would have to share the Smirnoff with Venilda, I guess.