E-cigs are go, alas

The Bride in her dream last night.

When the Bride's dad died, she made a solemn vow to not smoke again.  And she hasn't, admirably, in nearly seven years!  However, she and her gal-pals are all mad for the nicotine gum.  One even hoards it in a box (or did, maybe she doesn't do this any more) in a full pillhead style , all Edie Sedgwick-like she goes through her little stash: "Who wants an orange 4mg?"  Plus there was their role model, our friend Lisa, who had been on the gum 12 years when the Bride started and is still on it (she even chews it during hot yoga).

So, on our recent trip, we were at a 7-11 getting coffee when the Bride is all "Hey. Buy me this; I wanna try it," and puts a sub-Blu brand electronic nicotine gizmo on the counter.  She liked it.  This lead to much hilarity as she then tried the actual Dorff-endorsed (endorffed?) Blu brand e-cig, which was even better; so surely, it was thought, the Blu rechargeable is even better?  No, that sucked, there was no draw, daddy-o [can you feel the obsession building?].  All this culminated with Kyle and the Bride having a date this past Saturday to the VapeStation or whatever the hell they call it, where Game of Thrones fans sit sucking vaporized water and being "in the zone," or some other bit of terminology. She didn't get a full on epi-pen looking thing, just a better one than she had, one still cigarette-shaped, with the idea that this was just short of the pleasure one would get smoking and way under that provided by Kyle's Three Mile Island Cooling Tower Nicotine Steam Maker.

Now, all her girls are tutting and worried she's gonna smoke though I know she won't.