My lungs feel excited today. So do my clothes and my husband. Pennsylvania finally joined the rest of the civilized world and banned smoking in public places. It's hard for me to express how much this ban means to me, in all aspects of my existence. I can take my laptop to a bar and write with a beer if I feel like it. I can meet friends after work wearing clothes I don't have to burn afterword. I'll never have to swat away the awful smoke smell when Big Perm sneaks a butt at a baseball game.
Most important to me, I can spend more time at the rugby bar. I really love that place and it means a lot to me to spend time with my teammates after practices and games. The social atmosphere of rugby is absolutely what has shaped my life and kept me playing for ten years. But in a tiny little bar filled with many, many smokers, the air just gets too much for me. I can't do it. I start feeling sick, my nose stops up, and I have to soak my glasses in bleach because even the nose pads reek of stench when I leave.
But not for long! Starting 90 days from this moment, I will sit on a stool at Ruggers long into the night drinking celebration beer from my personalized mug (which I keep forgetting to pay for...) and breathing deeply.