I made a date with my Ex to drive down to Mission Viejo for the day, see how her new house is shaping up, and to hang out. I stopped by Zankou Chicken, which she loves, and picked up one of their family meals, plus a few extras, like tri-tip shwarma, tabouli, etc. My pipe was a 1956 Barling sandblasted acorn shape, a pretty rare shape not consistently offered. I loaded her up with St Bruno, fired her up, and hit the freeway for the drive. It was a beautiful day for the trip, warm, but not excessively so, and a lot of people were on the road, so traffic was sometimes stop and go. There was one major surprise on the way, an accident that all but sut down the 101, so I got off and navigated several miles through downtown neighborhoods before regaining the freeway just North of downtown proper and continued on my way south into Orange County.
All the time I was enjoying my pipe, slow smoking, just barely simmering, and enjoying the flavors. The pipe smoked like a champ, just simmering the whole way with no need for a relight. An hour and 40 after I'd lit up, I pulled into her driveway, the pipe still going strong and about half the bowl still left.
We had a delightful day together, walked around the retirement community that she had moved into, watched a few episodes of Upstart Crow on Britbox, and got caught up on happenings.
Later that evening I made the return trip, watching the fireworks flying over Disneyland as I made my way back up the five, slow smoking another bowl of St Bruno in that Barling, enjoying the flavors, no muss, no fuss, no relights.
Nice day.
All the time I was enjoying my pipe, slow smoking, just barely simmering, and enjoying the flavors. The pipe smoked like a champ, just simmering the whole way with no need for a relight. An hour and 40 after I'd lit up, I pulled into her driveway, the pipe still going strong and about half the bowl still left.
We had a delightful day together, walked around the retirement community that she had moved into, watched a few episodes of Upstart Crow on Britbox, and got caught up on happenings.
Later that evening I made the return trip, watching the fireworks flying over Disneyland as I made my way back up the five, slow smoking another bowl of St Bruno in that Barling, enjoying the flavors, no muss, no fuss, no relights.
Nice day.