Dark smokey room. All I can see is the cherry red ember on the tip of my colleague's cigars. I didn't even notice when the waitress laid my Scotch on the rocks (Macallan 12) on the table next to me. The only other bright light came from the big screen TVs on the wall broadcasting Arizona vs Arizona State. It was a table for 4 with 2 of us sitting across from each other. It reminded me of the scenes in That 70's Show when they smoked weed in Eric's basement. Two of the guys I've known for almost 20 years and the 3rd was a friend of a friend who although I recognized his name from Facebook was only my first time meeting him.