My son is learning to sing and his first assignment is ‘Vittoria, vittoria,’ so maybe I’ve got double words on the brain but I also have hookah on my mind.
We bought a hookah in the Grand Bizarre in Istanbul last summer. Sadly, it did not come with grommets. Yesterday for some reason I was anxious to smoke my hookah. Unfortunately I could not get the sucker to seal up enough to bubble but my white knight rode in, on his big black truck Jemima, and bought me a new hookah from Smoker’s Choice. Now I don’t know which one I love best: the intricately flowered ceramic hookah we carried home from the Constantinople or the red one with gold flowers from Smoker’s Choice just up the road.
I’m looking forward to sitting on our front porch, watching lightning bugs and smoking both of them on hot summer nights. Not at the same time, of course. I found that I can purchase grommets for the Turkish hookah, so it should be working soon.