Ah, yes. This is my personal favorite picture from the entire trip. The is Netha, half stoned. I had been hydrating those cuban number 4s for three days now, and had two #2s left. I kept telling Netha about how great cigars are, and she just didn't believe me, thought I was full of it (a correct assessment in general, just not in this case). She'd been saying since Saturday that she wanted to smoke, so Monday night we did it. I brought out the chairs onto the balcony, gave her a #2 and smoked a #4 for myself, borrowed headphones from a friend, and we sat and jammed out to Nine Inch Nails new cd and old-school blues all night and smoked cubans looking out over the balcony. It was a fantastic time, she got totally blasted (#2s will do that to you), but she knew what she was doing. I have to give her props for being so hardcore, I mean, I only considered later what it takes to smoke a #2 as your first cigar, and she did it well, just look at that ash! A full third! DAMN! She did it right, all the way. People kept coming in and out, bothering us occasionally, Jacob and Rob, Jen and Melanie, some others. Just chillin, smoking, and hangin with friends.
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