I brought in the New Year in the beautiful (somewhat smoke free) city of Austin. They block off the downtown streets and celebrate in art and song. It�s the live music capitol of the world and the celebration called �First Night� included performers repelling halfway down the side of the Radisson Hotel skyscraper and performing an amazingly choreographed dance routine to lights and music. In another part of town you could line up to be apart of the �I of Texas.� You look into a lens and a powerful projector puts the live picture of your eye up on the �big screen.� The BIG SCREEN at this event happens to be the round upper portion of the cities huge water tower. It�s usually a white oval tower but on this night it�s a twenty-story pedestal with your gigantic eyeball on the very top looking down on all the world!
Most all the indoor venues, restaurants, clubs, etc. are smoke free in Austin. I saw some folks smoking outdoors but they seemed to be in the minority. Unlike in days past it didn�t bother me to be near them. If you are just a few months quit you might relate to this:
There used to be a time when I would go out dancing and catch myself fixated on someone smoking. I didn�t want one. Yet I would sort of involuntarily stare at them and catch myself �looking too long� and then quickly look away thinking, �I�m not craving. Why am I staring?�
I always found that behavior a little odd. I finally chalked it up to being exactly like those times you run into an old flame. You know, you haven�t seen him (or her) in a longtime and suddenly you spot your ex across the room. He/she looks like a crap and you wonder what you ever saw in him in the first place. For a few minutes you can�t take your eyes off him just trying to soak in the reality of what stands in front of you.~LOL That�s how I felt. This time around I felt nothing. Even later into the evening when I was feeling tipsy and giggly it just wasn�t there. I didn�t even realize the difference until we were driving home today.
The longer I stay quit the better I feel physically and emotionally. If only I could bottle this feeling and give samples to those who think they can�t quit.
When I returned home my mother me told that dad had a bad coughing spell while I was