Yes, that was super normal. I actually broke up with a guy because I couldn’t stand to go to his house, because his father spent all night smoking in a chair in front of the TV, and his mother spent the night drinking a whole box of Chardonnay over ice, smoking endlessly, and calling every single person she knew on the planet all night long until she was hiccuping drunk and the father had to put her to bed. It never would have gone anywhere so it didn’t matter but it was just disgusting. Then in the late 90s my mother took up smoking again after quitting for several years and insisted on doing it in the house, and it made me sick time and again.