I miss the smoke we had when we went to indoor weddings. As a kid, the smoke would be this high cloud just out of reach, obscuring the other end of the room where the adults were talking. The tables with the thickest smoke were where the men sat in intellectual poses, discussing heavily politics. It gave an air of grandeur to it, and when the disco lights would turn, they’d light up the smoke clouds to give off a pink/red thunder vibe.
Yeah sure, we have smoke machines now, but it typically hugs your knees and doesn’t rise much, giving off a different look. It also doesn’t seem much fun for kids, who I guess just see it as eye-level fog.
That does sound sweet, and nice, but as someone who attended and still attends indoor weddings with a heart condition and occasional breathing issues…
You see where I am going about not missing it at all, right?
I like how people reminisce about the time they could smoke in pubs, and in restaurants, and clubs, and so on, but as someone who has had major health conditions their entire life and avoided pubs and clubs for that reason and sometimes had to leave restaurants because of it…
I miss the smoke we had when we went to indoor weddings. As a kid, the smoke would be this high cloud just out of reach, obscuring the other end of the room where the adults were talking. The tables with the thickest smoke were where the men sat in intellectual poses, discussing heavily politics. It gave an air of grandeur to it, and when the disco lights would turn, they’d light up the smoke clouds to give off a pink/red thunder vibe.
Yeah sure, we have smoke machines now, but it typically hugs your knees and doesn’t rise much, giving off a different look. It also doesn’t seem much fun for kids, who I guess just see it as eye-level fog.
That does sound sweet, and nice, but as someone who attended and still attends indoor weddings with a heart condition and occasional breathing issues…
You see where I am going about not missing it at all, right?
I like how people reminisce about the time they could smoke in pubs, and in restaurants, and clubs, and so on, but as someone who has had major health conditions their entire life and avoided pubs and clubs for that reason and sometimes had to leave restaurants because of it…
Like I said – 1997 was a very, very good year.
Oh definitely – and let’s not pretend that the food didn’t taste bland as hell when with a smoker. No no, we’re much better off now