Hooka Bar

I've only had on other experience at a hooka bar, and both times were quite the experience. The very first time was the summer going into freshmen year of college. Duboe, Jeff, Ej, Kyle, and I went to a hooka bar somewhere in Lake Zurich, and since they were closing soon, the guy let us have an extra bong for free. 

This time around, we decided to do it the French way. Sammi looked up a hooka bar in down town Toulouse, and we decided to go. It was a night that we didn't really want to go out to the bars or clubs, but we didn't want to just sit in our rooms and do nothing, so naturally a hooka bar sounded perfect. 

Once we got there, we realized how out of place we were. Everyone was Arabic looking, and dressed in jeans and a tshirt. Meanwhile, I strolled in, in my floral romper and Sarah was wearing a dress. Everyone was staring at us, and it was obvious that we did not belong but I ended up having a great time.

There was a bunch of cool couches, and we got a peach bong and apple flavored bong. Sarah, Matt, and Mikey also ordered mojitos, where were a little too sugary. I attempted to learn how to make "ohs" but that was a failed attempt.