I enjoyed my first PAM this weekend. The wife and I went out to celebrate 10 years of marriage Friday night. We went to a very nice restaurant (Sambuca) in Dallas and went down the street to a sports bar for drinks after. That is when I lit the PAM. It was the smoothest cigar I've ever had. The taste was awesome and the draw was perfect. This is the first cigar I've smoked that didn't leave a strong cigar taste in my mouth while I was smoking or after I was done. Awesome. It was almost perfect. The rest of this post is about how the night wasn't so perfect. So, if you don't want to read me griping and ranting, stop reading now. The rest of this may just piss you off.
Anyway, the wife and I are enjoying a view of some basketball games on TV at the bar while sharing the PAM and some drinks. There are some guys at a table near us that start making some rude comments about the cigar smoke coming from me. Keep in mind that this bar is very smokey with cigarette and cigar smoke. In fact, this bar sells cigars. I try to ignore it for the most part because their comments are kept to themselves. Unfortunately, there was a draft moving the air from my table to theirs. They decided they couldn't keep their comments to themselves anymore. Instead of a respectful "excuse me, but can you put out that cigar" or "could I ask you to move to a different table" I got a "hey, buddy, give us a break here." Giving him a chance to be civil, I said "What?" He then starts to gripe about the cigar smoke and accuses me of blowing into his face. I calmly explained that the draft was causing the smoke to move in that direction. He and his buddy just continued to gripe, so I suggested he step outside where the air is clearer. His buddy proceeded to recommend that I stick the cigar up my ass. At this point, I was ready to make the confrontation as ugly as they wanted it to be, and I responded with "You're welcome to try it if you like." He didn't respond though I desperately wanted him to. So, I was called and **** and other things while finishing my PAM. I wanted to hurt these so badly. If it weren't my 10th anniversary, things would have gotten much uglier regardless of their wishes. I'm a little guy and there were four guys sitting in their group, but that wasn't about to keep me from finishing my cigar with my wife that evening. I hate **** like that. I was probably going to get myself really badly hurt, but I was going to seriously injure the two guys that were giving me ****. The night was kind of ruined by these jerks. It was a special night for me and my wife, and it ended the wrong way. We left the bar soon after they did, and I wasn't able to calm down 'til the next day. I'm still pretty fired up about it.
Great cigar, great evening, bad ending. Could have been worse. Could have ended up in jail or the hospital. Either way, it was a great smoke. Thanks, John.