Hookah and Waffle House

At 9 p.m. Friday night, as I lay down to sleep, my roommate barged into the room and said "Sean get up. We're going to smoke some hookah". After a quick shower and finding another friend to go along, we drove about 25 minutes to a joint by the name of Hooked on Hookah. Now for those of you that know me really well, you know I've never smoked before. The reason I chose to go along was simply because I was bored, and friends had told me about this cool hangout before.

Overall, I had a good time and enjoyed spending the night with some friends, old and new. We spent over 2 hours smoking and joking. I found myself rather light headed at the beginning, but as I slowed down the light headedness went away. I won't call it a buzz because it cannot compare to an alcohol based buzz. It is more of a light headed relaxed feeling. I have to give the nod to the alcohol based buzz just because its nicer, and less harmful to your health (apparently hookah is just as bad for your lungs as smoking cigarettes).


Anyways, after that at 2 a.m. we decided to venture over to the Waffle House.
This restaurant is exactly what you would expect from an "open 24 hours-a-day, great breakfast and lunch items, older no-teeth waitress" diner. I would definitely suggest that Central Point put one in. It is a much better idea than Sonic. Anyways, the bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich on real toast was just what my stomach was looking for. Perfect.

The night ended at about 3 am, arriving back to my room, stripping down to my boxers and jumping in bed. The hookah smell hadn't permeated my hair or clothes and I was too tired to floss and brush. This was definitely a great night.