Talkin' Shit About A Pretty Sunset

Just got back from a bar-and-friend-hopping weekend in New York. I went to about four different bars and at two of them, people were smoking quite a bit, indoors. Not sure of all the details about how they're getting around the ban, but in a certain bar, one block from the East River, every single person (including me) was smoking Marlboros, ashing in a single miniature Dixie cup half full of brown water. (Mmm, tasty!) The rumor is that after a certain time of night, the inspectors stop making their rounds so if the bartender lights up, everyone else follows suit.

There are fissures in the Almighty New York City Smoking Ban. They've now inspired me to wield my tobacco-laced pickax to form some cracks in the DC ban. Watch out, health-fascists!