My goodness, I drank approximately thirty-two times as much while studying overseas, majoring in a language that for some reason I no longer understand...
I thought that Nazi thing was just going to be a guy dressing up as a Wehrmacht soldier, which would at least be borderline. Nope, it _had_ to be a Waffen-SS outfit.
Don't forget the Dunhill cigarettes in their nifty square packaging, gus! And starting the day with a cappuccino and a solemn vow to never do that again...or was that just me?
Good lord, Canuck, when I was a stuffy smoky brat Dunhills made me think I was Princess Diana! Now I see the beardy kids toying with their Nat Shermans and it's all "plus ça change, plus c'est la même chose."
Too funny. Not sure why the square box made all the difference. Ah, Princess Diana. I went through a Lady Di phase myself, with the pie-crust collars, floral skirts and flats...oy. I'm sure you would have carried off the Dunhills, better, gus. I kept singeing my hair-in-the-eyes fringe...
Clove cigarettes were nothing short of amazing. To be smoked while wearing a men's overcoat from a vintage store and while carrying an army gas mask bag as a purse. Gaa.
I went out drinking five or sixnights a week while I was studying abroad. Don't know how I did it. One time I had a midterm at 8 in the morning and didn't get home until 5ish? Still being wasted helped me get the best grade in the class.
gus, I stopped smoking them the minute I heard they made these big holes in your lungs--was that an urban legend? Whatever, my smoking days ended about the same time my drinking abroad ended. :(
A murse! Hah! (Now I'm feeling all sentimental for my old bag...)
Obama faces the choice of appointing a team that is more centrist and might find it easier to work with Republicans in getting legislation through Congress.
Clove cigarettes were always beyond the pale; no self-respecting person could tolerate those. But Nat Shermans -- well, the important question was always WHICH ONES? The Turkish Ovals were very sophisticated, but the regular rounds were also pretty hep in brown paper. But the ultimate in party smokes were the brightly colored ones. I seem to remember they made those in a double length as well, about seven inches of puce or lavender or cerise or pastel blue to suck on. Christ, those things were hard to smoke.
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We can put away the torches and pitchforks now, the nightmare is over.
A murse! Hah! (Now I'm feeling all sentimental for my old bag...)
'scuse me while my head explodes.