How I Lost My Vogue...

This is not really how I wanted to start my NY trip review blog as I have so much to say and they are all crazy, neurotic, hilarious stories and experiences. I'm not even ready to start but this I have to write about.

I bought a carton of Vogue when I left Hong Kong (as only the departure Duty Free sells them and not the arrival ones, don't ask me why this is so stupid) and I deliberately left 3 packs with me so that when I get back to HK I get to smoke them.

On my return, I finished my first pack like I'm a freaking chimney. It was good. Really good.

My second pack I finished it at regular pace. Well I did savour it a little by smoking something else in between to prolong the finishing of the second pack.

My third pack, I actually cut down on smoking so that I can make it last and last. I smoked just a few. So there was a BBQ with the same old bunch tonight. I packed my Vogue, put it in my bag and off I went. Somewhere between digging for my wallet and finding my seat I must have had a hand spasm or something. With all the mess that's going on around me right now, I really could not remember what happened, I could have walked out of my apartment with different shoes for all I care and I wouldn't have noticed. When after smoking a few of my friend's ciggies I've decided to dig for mine and it wasn't there. So, silly me, I thought I might have forgotten about it and just thought I put it in my bag when I hadn't.

All night I smoked someone else's ciggies. When I got home I thought, oh great, now I can smoke some of my Vogue! Well it wasn't home either. No where to be found. I actually went to the garbage room and dug out my trash to see if I had accidentally put it in the trash. Yes ladies and germs, I went through my trash, with other people's trash on top of them but I dug them out anyway. No luck there.

So now I'm feeling sad. Coz that was my last pack of Vogue for a long, long time. They were good ciggies. How I miss them.

So this is a blog dedicated to my lost ciggies. My Vogue.