I have two loves in life. Disneyland and cigarette smoke. Althought I am a non-smoker, I would often find myself (much like Hayley Mills in the Parent Trap), reminiscing and yearning for the smell of tobacco smoke and peppermints. This bothered my traveling companions as I would leave attractions, shows, etc. just to linger in the smoking areas, taking in the sweet smell of my youth. With the recent ban, is there anyone who still plans on figuring out how to smoke inside actual Disneyland? If so, where will you be doing it? I'm not really interested in hiding in the bathroom to get my Disney and smoke smell fix. Other places? I've thought of soaking a handkerchief, in jar full of water and cigarette butts and putting it in my pocket and taking it out and sniffing it when the need arises. Thoughts? Comments.
Hey, we used to do something like that to get our goats to come into heat. It was called a buck rag. (Rub a rutty buck with a cloth and keep it sealed in a jar. Let doe have a whiff several times a day.) As a militant non smoker you will not be able to sniff me. But I will bet dollars to donuts that there will be plenty of stealth smoking going on.
I have never understood how sucking on a burning poisonous plant could be worth getting addicted to sucking on a burning poisonous plant.
If you've never smoked, you'll never know. Some of my strongest Disneyland memories are smells. Sure, the water in the 'Pirates of the Caribbean' is one. But In the morning, waiting for 'rope drop' on Main Street, it was the combination of wet asphalt, oranges (from the oranges being squeezed into orange juice) and cigarette smoke that was a very strong memory for me that I associated with Disneyland. Truth!
Agreed Jim....there are sewer traps in the lines for both Space Mountain and Pirates. As a little girl, "disneyland sewage" as it became known to my daughter became a checkpoint for how close she was to getting on the ride. Now it wasn't a positive smell, but a familiar one. The mix of Big Thunder, cigarettes, and McDonald's fries was also a good one. No, I'm not pregnant, and I don't want to eat dirt or drink bleach.
Thankfully, I quit smoking 24 years ago. For me, there is a huge difference between the scent of cigarette smoke in the air and the scent coming off of someone's body. I don't mind the somewhat distant aroma in the air, but the smell from a person is not pleasant. Mostly, it all takes me back in time to the days when I smoked. But, every once in awhile, I ride a nostalgia wave all the way back to my boyhood years. Both of my parents smoked--a lot. So, if I happen to catch the scent of cig smoke and the aroma of coffee, together....I think of mom and dad and our occasional family road trips. They never left home without a Thermos of hot coffee and a couple of packs of cigs.
I am very grateful that my parents were avid non smokers. (In the 50's and 60's people would think nothing of just lighting up in someone's house and my parents never had ashtrays.) That led to some embarrassing moments I can tell you; wide-eyed neighbors trying to discretely flick ashes into their hands. Though I followed my parents' example; both of my sisters smoked. One quit and one died, oddly from lung cancer.
I suddenly find myself thinking of the bit about candy cigarettes in Dylan Thomas's "A Child's Christmas in Wales."
Assuming you're referring to the Dylan Thomas piece, for years, it's been included in KUSC's Christmas Eve broadcasts, in the author's own recording, if I remember right. Usually on Jim Svejda's program. Not sure if it was included last year or not. And note that in the phrase, "with a smirk, you ate it," "ate" was pronounced "et."
I liked the chocolate sticks wrapped in white paper. But the peppermint ones with the red tip really made you feel *bad*. Then there were *toy* cigarettes that were filled with talcum powder and you could make a puff of "smoke". (For anyone who thinks times haven't changed LOL)
All I can say to that is that for years, whenever a colleague at work's first child was born (and sometimes subsequent ones as well), I gave the lucky mother or father a box of Fleer "El Bubble" cigars, in either pink or blue. Along with a note advising the recipient not to attempt to light one up.
For our first two children born in '73 and '75 Rod passed out cigars. When we were expecting our 3rd in '78 it coincided with the first initiative to ban public smoking. (I believe it was badly defeated.) So we switched to the bubble gum ones and included a little card stating, "In honor of proposition 15 and our new daughter's lungs; please enjoy this smokeless cigar."
So, I found the smoking area. It's by the shuttle drop off for the offsite hotels. I can at least hear disney music and smell smoking now! At Disneyland now, and one thing is certain, I am old and unable to marathon the day anymore lol.
