KARMA

I went to Karma on first Avenue last night and as you can see, its one of the few places you can still smoke in NYC. It has a license as a Hooka bar and this little loophole allows for the consumption of tobacco.

It was packed.

Bloomberg must be pissed.

There's a kind of "brotherhood of the weed" vibe about places like this. Everyone is there for the same reason and we're all thankful not to be in a little huddle outside in the rain. I've been a few times over the last couple of years and have always found the place pretty friendly and easy going.

Every person walking in the door (me included) was carded which clearly annoyed some, but made me feel a little less ragged than my 43 years.

God bless you I told the bartender when she asked me for my ID.

I sat at the bar with my friend George and the vodka tonics slipped by one after another as we caught up on each other's news and talked our usual brand of nonsense. He's thinking of moving to Scottsdale and my scepticism regarding this led to a rather spirited defence of the place.

I'm still not convinced.

It's Sunday and though last night ended relatively early, my head hurts.

I've got to pack and head for the airport as I'm on my way to Bethesda for the week.

I'll be back on Friday and will probably be propping up the bar again sometime next weekend.

I'm not sure what the week after holds in store but judging from my inbox this morning I'll likely be on my way to Asia.

Love to all
T