Hookah

So on the list of firsts this summer is an evening at a Hookah Bar. To be completely honest, I am really not sure how I found myself there...but alas, with 6 friends, and a random guy who said maybe 4 words all night, I found myself in a very dimly lit Hookah bar waiting around a very strange contraption.

The Hookah, to me at least, looks more like broken chandelier. An ugly broken chandelier. After choosing the very macho flavor of apple, we all took turns partaking in the Hookah. I have occasionally had a cigar at poker nights, and even had a clove a couple times, but that is pretty much the extent of my tabaco experience. Hookah has some small amount of tobacco...but you cannot feel or taste it...it was a very strange feeling to be breathing in a pipe, and not know it, except for the water bubbling in the bottom of the chandelier, and the distorted smoke coming out your nostrils and mouth. Although I will probably never do it again, it was fun, and I felt like a noblemen of an ancient Indian province.