Marriage and Cigarettes

While attending my first bachelor party, I had the pleasure of sitting with some of my married/engaged friends. It felt good, mature. I was hoping a conversation on the topic on mortgage would come up, but it never did.

We were sitting at a outside table at a Wicker Park bar. Half of us were smoking, sharing packs of cigarettes like young, slacker teenagers, where every pack was communal. (We had our own drinks.)

Out of the eight of us, four were smoking. Out of the four smoking, I was the only one not married or engaged. 

There was also another difference between me and the other three smokers....

Throughout the night, I heard phrases like, "Please smoke the rest of them, I can't bring this pack home," and "Oh, now I'm going to smell like smoke when I get home," etc.

At first it was funny, but as the night progressed and I heard a few more of these phrases, an erie feeling set over me. What is going on here, I thought.  What does marriage have to do with smoking? And maybe it's just me, but if my husband attends a bachelor party, and if the only thing he smells like is cigarettes, then, well, I don't know-- it could be worse. (Stripper pussy is what I mean.)

No offense to my friends, but marriage from the outside is a little funny sometimes. Like The Cosby Show funny, when Cliff Huxtable would sneak hoagies from his wife Claire. (Can't a doctor eat a fucking sandwich?)

But I guess this is part of growing up and getting married (Is it?).

Thanks for the smokes, Brian.