Smoke gets in your eyes

We had a pretty big turn out at happy hour last night. We headed over to Dr. Dreamo’s around 5:30 PM and I ended up leaving at about 8 PM. I tried some kind of really bitter beer while I was there and I just didn’t like it. But at least I gave it a shot.

Since Dr. Dreamo’s is in Virginia, smoking is still allowed in bars and restaurants. Somehow, I managed to sit at the end of the table where everyone was smoke. I think that was part of the reason I left early. The smoke was beginning to make me feel sick. When I got home, I threw everything I was wearing into the washing machine (even my Yankees jacket) and took a shower to get the smell of smoke off of me. I felt better after that.

Published by Jamie Todd Rubin

Jamie Todd Rubin writes fiction and nonfiction for a variety of publications including Analog, Clarkesworld, The Daily Beast, 99U, Daily Science Fiction, Lightspeed, InterGalactic Medicine Show, and several anthologies. He was featured in Lifehacker’s How I Work series. He has been blogging since 2005. By day, he manages software projects and occasionally writes code. He lives in Falls Church, Virginia with his wife and three children. Find him on Twitter at @jamietr.

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