To a veteran drinker friend who asked me about absinthe:
To B.,
I'm somewhat of a novice in the actual practicum of absinthe drinking, but I've done much research over the last years.
I think the straight outta the bottle was the problem. After a few, I started chugging straight from the bottle too, and ended up very fucked up.
See, the herbs it's made from contain oils that are only released and mixed when SLOWLY added with very cold water.
The high alcohol content very easily overrides any of the effects of its herbs. So ideally it's best done a little slowly, like 2-3 drinks an hour, for a couple of hours. After that, any of it's unique effects will be blinded by the alcohol strength.
Some say that pace can be maintained throughout an evening with a bottle, others say the best effects of its drunken clarity are experienced best over only the first few hours.
Czech absinthe is notorious in its impurities, best to stick with Western European vintages. Swiss and French are considered the best, but Germany has also won awards for some of its absinthes. There's also a Canadian absinthe made in B.C. which is supposed to be good.
The laws regarding the thujone levels (from the wormwood) have loosened in parts it's been previously banned. And while the North American levels are about a tenth of what's allowed in most European countries, recent research has found that "pre-ban" absinthe had no higher levels of thujone than what is now allowed in the US and Canada.
So what the effects come down to is the proper ratio of herbal ingredients and cleanliness of distillation, and not thujone levels like a lot of aforementioned Czech absinthes claim.
Absente, imported from France, and available in our own town's liquor store, is quite a nice absinthe, but already sweetened, so the French ritual of dissolving a sugar cube into it will render it very sweet, like a Gran Marnier or Goldschlager. But it still needs to be mixed with COLD water, slowly.
The colour of Absente is quite exquisite, and it louches beautifully into a soft, rich opaqueness. At 120 proof its alcohol content is manageable, with care.
Don't believe some of the hoity-toities who diss Absente, they're like self-proclaimed wine or beer connoisseurs who'll put down our good Canadian beer in favour of some thick, black chocolate, caramel British Stout.
Absinthes with a higher level of thujone, while technically still illegal here, can safely be purchased from various websites which send it discreetly via Canada Post, and 99% of the time will be successfully delivered to one's local postal address.
My recommendation is Absente for immediate access. With a couple of months planning, a 120 to 140 proof Swiss, French, or German absinthe imported via the methods just described.
Ideally it's not to get too liquored from, but to indulge a fuller, cleaner alcohol experience. It's strength will fuck that shit up if indulged like a typical 80 proof spirit.
After 4-8 drinks of absinthe, and the enjoyment thereof, if getting fucked up is still required, I'd recommend switching back to one's usual stand-by, whether that be spirits or beer.
All right B., hope I wasn't too long-winded, but that maybe it shed a little light on the subject.
I look forward to having a drink or two together sometime, it's been awhile man.
Cheers and blessings to you.
TDC
Saturday, January 8, 2011
Friday, September 24, 2010
Basic Absinthe Advice
Hey hey there! Haven't posted here forever, all summer and longer, but thought I should maybe try to pay a little more heed. Here's some advice I gave over at Ace of Spades HQ to a commenter's query about absinthe.
Miss80'sBaby, as to Absinthe, it is unique. Very strong (typically 120-150 proof), and the first flavour that hits is the black liquorish and the aniseed. It bites as it rolls the into the belly, but smooths itself quickly, and an under-taste of mint rises. A blend of flavours dance through your palette and into your head.
Be aware that the strength of the alcohol can quickly catch up after a few drinks when it's treated like just another type of booze. (I would not advise chugging straight from the bottle either, no matter how good you feel after your 5th or 6th drink. Believe me.)
But when treated with respect, for its qualities and traditions, it is a noble experience. My advice, get a proper bottle (online) from Switzerland or France (not the Czech variety, they are often more impure and your experience will not be as clean), but it is pricey, be prepared for anywhere between $120-200.
The brand Absente ($60-70) is imported from France but made for the North American market, so it's thujone levels, by law, are about 10 times less (though the N. American legal thujone level was increased substantially within the last 4 years). Don't believe all the negative reviews from fancy connoisseurs, it is a nice introduction to the realm of the Green Faery, and louches very well. (It is already sweetened though, so adding a sugar cube it ramps up the sweetness to say, a Goldschlager or Grand Marnier level.)
But sit down and have a few by yourself, (4-5 should be sufficient, any more and the thujone effect is overridden by the strength of the alcohol) or with a few good friends. It can be a shining star at a party and make it a memorable night for even those who don't partake.
Have at least a couple in the French tradition with a sugar cube on an Absinthe spoon, dissolved slowly with ice cold water. The louche, or way it turns from green to milky, is charming and tantalizing. (And yes, it will louche with beer as well, I used Molson Canadian, cuz I had to know.)
You can do it in the Czech tradition with dunking the sugar cube in water, and then lighting it afire atop your Absinthe spoon, then once caramelized, dissolving it with the cold water, but as I say, that is a Czech tradition, not Swiss or French. (And of course it is highly flammable so be careful if you have any that way.)
Don't be afraid of hallucinations or becoming psychotic, any events like that happened long ago and were as a result of cheap distillers using now illegal chemicals to give it the green colour and louching effect.
But, if you are feeling so inclined, do it right, and it will be a memorable experience full of thorough rewards. All the best!
Blessings and cheers!
Miss80'sBaby, as to Absinthe, it is unique. Very strong (typically 120-150 proof), and the first flavour that hits is the black liquorish and the aniseed. It bites as it rolls the into the belly, but smooths itself quickly, and an under-taste of mint rises. A blend of flavours dance through your palette and into your head.
Be aware that the strength of the alcohol can quickly catch up after a few drinks when it's treated like just another type of booze. (I would not advise chugging straight from the bottle either, no matter how good you feel after your 5th or 6th drink. Believe me.)
But when treated with respect, for its qualities and traditions, it is a noble experience. My advice, get a proper bottle (online) from Switzerland or France (not the Czech variety, they are often more impure and your experience will not be as clean), but it is pricey, be prepared for anywhere between $120-200.
The brand Absente ($60-70) is imported from France but made for the North American market, so it's thujone levels, by law, are about 10 times less (though the N. American legal thujone level was increased substantially within the last 4 years). Don't believe all the negative reviews from fancy connoisseurs, it is a nice introduction to the realm of the Green Faery, and louches very well. (It is already sweetened though, so adding a sugar cube it ramps up the sweetness to say, a Goldschlager or Grand Marnier level.)
But sit down and have a few by yourself, (4-5 should be sufficient, any more and the thujone effect is overridden by the strength of the alcohol) or with a few good friends. It can be a shining star at a party and make it a memorable night for even those who don't partake.
Have at least a couple in the French tradition with a sugar cube on an Absinthe spoon, dissolved slowly with ice cold water. The louche, or way it turns from green to milky, is charming and tantalizing. (And yes, it will louche with beer as well, I used Molson Canadian, cuz I had to know.)
You can do it in the Czech tradition with dunking the sugar cube in water, and then lighting it afire atop your Absinthe spoon, then once caramelized, dissolving it with the cold water, but as I say, that is a Czech tradition, not Swiss or French. (And of course it is highly flammable so be careful if you have any that way.)
Don't be afraid of hallucinations or becoming psychotic, any events like that happened long ago and were as a result of cheap distillers using now illegal chemicals to give it the green colour and louching effect.
But, if you are feeling so inclined, do it right, and it will be a memorable experience full of thorough rewards. All the best!
Blessings and cheers!
Saturday, May 15, 2010
May time
Wow, what a fuckload of fun that was!
Went out for a walk down the street to the church on the corner with the kitty-diagonal crossroads flowing past our neighbour's homes.
It is May. It is warming.
It is turning green again. The big dipper spoons the southern sky. The lilacs are arising, quiet streets, tunnelled in trees, filled, by their heavenly presence.
Went out for a walk down the street to the church on the corner with the kitty-diagonal crossroads flowing past our neighbour's homes.
It is May. It is warming.
It is turning green again. The big dipper spoons the southern sky. The lilacs are arising, quiet streets, tunnelled in trees, filled, by their heavenly presence.
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Christmas Time Again!
Hello, and God bless us everyone!
Here it is, Christmas time again. It`s Christmas eve, and the cats are at their shenanigans again. Looks like Greta's getting a lump of coal for Christmas. Again.
The snow has fallen a few inches over the last couple of days now. The houses are warmly covered in rolling white blankets and lit with lights of all bright colours and decorations, like the stars in their constellations, all proclaiming the advent of the One, whom by grace was given to us, and was, and is, and will be the best and greatest gift ever given.
I celebrate the 5th Christmas with my darling (the 3rd as my wife) and we are in awe of life's blessings. It's the 4th without my Dad and the 2nd without my Mom. They are missed everyday, but at Christmas their absence is especially poignant.
But, pain truly also is a sweetener. It's not something that I myself ever want to prescribe, but when given by the hands of the benevolent Lord, its aftertaste certainly does leave a blessed edge.
Recently, for a month's ragged edge, I was given the task of dealing with major pain, again. A slightly compressed disc or lesion on a disc in my neck (still waiting on my MRI appointment to find out exactly) was pressing on my brachial nerve which runs down from the neck and branches out through the shoulder and further throughout the arm, back, and chest. It was some of the strongest pain I've ever had to deal with in my life. Top 3.
(Oh my! The Toy Symphony! One of the most exquisite pieces of music ever written! And at Christmas time just rapturous! We listened to it as a family every Christmas for all of my life.)
Ah yes, where was I? Waiting for my vodka & butter ripple schnapps to "louche". While I went I was finding the glass which I'll use for my absinthe. It's the French brand, Absenthe, but still I dearly look forward to it. Its louche from milky colour to green is apparently 5 of 5 stars. My wife bought me a 55 dollar bottle from the local and well-run Manitoba Liquor Mart. It is imported from France but made with "petite wormwood" and though not quite as distinctive an absinthe in the style of its pre-ban French ancestor, does still contain thujone, and is apparently a nice introduction to the realm of the Green Faery. The countdown is on for me - New Year's Eve is my night to open the bottle and imbibe the blessings. My eagerness grows each day.
Ah yes, but where was I before that? I've put Coldplay on now, they're so clean, every note is clear and beautiful.
Oh yes, Top 3. Well... let me just say I've got a dual passport and one of them is in the realm of pain. Since I've been 12 and the accident in which a car crushed my leg between itself and a fire hydrant on a city corner. The pains I've had to endure, throughout, without, full-out, still out, and long endure, and intensely, and unrelentingly, they have honed for me things and ways and glories that bade me always into either the light of grace or joy, which I try to strive toward each moment of my life. Such a wondrous tutor I've been assigned. I learn always every day. I'm not going to dissertate on the whole subject, I mention it to get to my larger point. Bear with me if you will. Cuz here we're gonna try to go...
Pain gives you focus. You learn humility. You learn grace. You learn patience. You learn love. You seek God and the truth. Things cut deeply, but they become polished on the inside, like smoothing out the etchings on fine crystal and it's clarities and intricacies and they reflect inside all the light you see into a beautiful, colourful, true prism of seeing more.
But the only one I trust with my pain is the Saviour Lord. And my wife. (And I trusted my parents with it too before they passed away). She has been a saint through my recent bout. It was crazy. All she had to deal with. Every moment for her was in a minor chord. Let me just say it was my heart that went out to her. Seeing me in unrelenting pain, day after night after day, was difficult for her, even when I tried to not complain about the difficulty I`d been given.
Severe pain is a strange and awesome realm to visit. It is frightening also. As a child and teenager, the hope of escaping its grasp was strong, and gave comfort. My Dad used to tell me that he knew it wouldn`t help much in the moment, but to remember the words of General Douglas MacArthur and say, "This too shall pass." It did help in the future though, as I looked back, and forward again.
But as an adult, and when no longer the majority of life is there to look upon, that hope is harder to find. Faith is tested as prayers seem unanswered. But they are not unanswered. Pain asks you to pray longer and harder, and begs you to remember so that your suffering is not in vain. It is so simple in its prime message, to count and remember and think of and be thankful for all the true blessings that Good Providence has bestowed upon you. Once realized, the intricacies of this message are then scribed very personally upon the inner workings of your being, and they will guide you forward into bigger, deeper and even more blessed realms, like grace, and forgiveness, and joy, and appreciation.
All the pains, remarkable, as well as prosaic, now have become dance partners in my life who, when they take hold, embrace, and twirl me into a kaleidoscope of inner workings, that faith and foundation utilize to etch further polished and crystalline designs upon my inner workings and my outer vision.
Blessings they truly are (though the absence of their presence is never missed, but when they do come, a reluctant sigh bids them cheers, though also a Godspeed in their leaving). Moments are truer, futures clearer, and joys more guaranteed.
Best, simplest, deepest put, as I can: it is grace earned, and grace learned.
And with that, I give you my humble blessings, and cheers, sincerely, and enthusiastically.
I'm in a good place. Hallelujah to blessings.
************
And let`s try to remember that Christmas has 12 days, the 1st one is on the 25th, when our Alpha Omega was born, and culminates with Epiphany, when the wise men came to discover and proclaim the arrival of The Lord, Christ, and Messiah.
See, on Christmas Day, we`ve still got 11 more days of yuletide Christmas blessings to enjoy and send!
Cheers, and God bless us everyone!
Here it is, Christmas time again. It`s Christmas eve, and the cats are at their shenanigans again. Looks like Greta's getting a lump of coal for Christmas. Again.
The snow has fallen a few inches over the last couple of days now. The houses are warmly covered in rolling white blankets and lit with lights of all bright colours and decorations, like the stars in their constellations, all proclaiming the advent of the One, whom by grace was given to us, and was, and is, and will be the best and greatest gift ever given.
I celebrate the 5th Christmas with my darling (the 3rd as my wife) and we are in awe of life's blessings. It's the 4th without my Dad and the 2nd without my Mom. They are missed everyday, but at Christmas their absence is especially poignant.
But, pain truly also is a sweetener. It's not something that I myself ever want to prescribe, but when given by the hands of the benevolent Lord, its aftertaste certainly does leave a blessed edge.
Recently, for a month's ragged edge, I was given the task of dealing with major pain, again. A slightly compressed disc or lesion on a disc in my neck (still waiting on my MRI appointment to find out exactly) was pressing on my brachial nerve which runs down from the neck and branches out through the shoulder and further throughout the arm, back, and chest. It was some of the strongest pain I've ever had to deal with in my life. Top 3.
(Oh my! The Toy Symphony! One of the most exquisite pieces of music ever written! And at Christmas time just rapturous! We listened to it as a family every Christmas for all of my life.)
Ah yes, where was I? Waiting for my vodka & butter ripple schnapps to "louche". While I went I was finding the glass which I'll use for my absinthe. It's the French brand, Absenthe, but still I dearly look forward to it. Its louche from milky colour to green is apparently 5 of 5 stars. My wife bought me a 55 dollar bottle from the local and well-run Manitoba Liquor Mart. It is imported from France but made with "petite wormwood" and though not quite as distinctive an absinthe in the style of its pre-ban French ancestor, does still contain thujone, and is apparently a nice introduction to the realm of the Green Faery. The countdown is on for me - New Year's Eve is my night to open the bottle and imbibe the blessings. My eagerness grows each day.
Ah yes, but where was I before that? I've put Coldplay on now, they're so clean, every note is clear and beautiful.
Oh yes, Top 3. Well... let me just say I've got a dual passport and one of them is in the realm of pain. Since I've been 12 and the accident in which a car crushed my leg between itself and a fire hydrant on a city corner. The pains I've had to endure, throughout, without, full-out, still out, and long endure, and intensely, and unrelentingly, they have honed for me things and ways and glories that bade me always into either the light of grace or joy, which I try to strive toward each moment of my life. Such a wondrous tutor I've been assigned. I learn always every day. I'm not going to dissertate on the whole subject, I mention it to get to my larger point. Bear with me if you will. Cuz here we're gonna try to go...
Pain gives you focus. You learn humility. You learn grace. You learn patience. You learn love. You seek God and the truth. Things cut deeply, but they become polished on the inside, like smoothing out the etchings on fine crystal and it's clarities and intricacies and they reflect inside all the light you see into a beautiful, colourful, true prism of seeing more.
But the only one I trust with my pain is the Saviour Lord. And my wife. (And I trusted my parents with it too before they passed away). She has been a saint through my recent bout. It was crazy. All she had to deal with. Every moment for her was in a minor chord. Let me just say it was my heart that went out to her. Seeing me in unrelenting pain, day after night after day, was difficult for her, even when I tried to not complain about the difficulty I`d been given.
Severe pain is a strange and awesome realm to visit. It is frightening also. As a child and teenager, the hope of escaping its grasp was strong, and gave comfort. My Dad used to tell me that he knew it wouldn`t help much in the moment, but to remember the words of General Douglas MacArthur and say, "This too shall pass." It did help in the future though, as I looked back, and forward again.
But as an adult, and when no longer the majority of life is there to look upon, that hope is harder to find. Faith is tested as prayers seem unanswered. But they are not unanswered. Pain asks you to pray longer and harder, and begs you to remember so that your suffering is not in vain. It is so simple in its prime message, to count and remember and think of and be thankful for all the true blessings that Good Providence has bestowed upon you. Once realized, the intricacies of this message are then scribed very personally upon the inner workings of your being, and they will guide you forward into bigger, deeper and even more blessed realms, like grace, and forgiveness, and joy, and appreciation.
All the pains, remarkable, as well as prosaic, now have become dance partners in my life who, when they take hold, embrace, and twirl me into a kaleidoscope of inner workings, that faith and foundation utilize to etch further polished and crystalline designs upon my inner workings and my outer vision.
Blessings they truly are (though the absence of their presence is never missed, but when they do come, a reluctant sigh bids them cheers, though also a Godspeed in their leaving). Moments are truer, futures clearer, and joys more guaranteed.
Best, simplest, deepest put, as I can: it is grace earned, and grace learned.
And with that, I give you my humble blessings, and cheers, sincerely, and enthusiastically.
I'm in a good place. Hallelujah to blessings.
************
And let`s try to remember that Christmas has 12 days, the 1st one is on the 25th, when our Alpha Omega was born, and culminates with Epiphany, when the wise men came to discover and proclaim the arrival of The Lord, Christ, and Messiah.
See, on Christmas Day, we`ve still got 11 more days of yuletide Christmas blessings to enjoy and send!
Cheers, and God bless us everyone!
Thursday, December 10, 2009
Fun Times @ Ace of Spades HQ
Hello from the frozen Canadian climes this cold December's evening!
Just wanted to let all o' y'all know that there's some fun time of at Ace of Spades (I mean there usually is, it's a great blog and one of my favourite sites).
But Ace posted a blog that was admonishing his posters to not indulge in off-colour jokes that his gay, lesbian, and non-white friends would find offensive.
This seemed to irk some posters, and a veritable flurry of posting began.
Well, let me say no more, it's almost at 4000 as we speak. Go on and have a visit, see what all the fuss is aboot!
http://minx.cc/?post=295629
Cheers
Just wanted to let all o' y'all know that there's some fun time of at Ace of Spades (I mean there usually is, it's a great blog and one of my favourite sites).
But Ace posted a blog that was admonishing his posters to not indulge in off-colour jokes that his gay, lesbian, and non-white friends would find offensive.
This seemed to irk some posters, and a veritable flurry of posting began.
Well, let me say no more, it's almost at 4000 as we speak. Go on and have a visit, see what all the fuss is aboot!
http://minx.cc/?post=295629
Cheers
Saturday, November 7, 2009
Hello from November!
Well hello! It's been a while since I've said hello here. So blessings be with you.
It's been a good weekend. But recently there's been kind of weird shit in life, y'know on the outside, socially, in society, in the world.
Like the whole H1N1 thing. That's become a big deal everywhere this year, eh?
But our fact is, we'll get the vaccine ourselves. I trust our Canadian government more than the U.S. government. Not implicitly, but more.
Especially since we've had a Conservative party in power for the last few years. God bless Canada. And God bless Israel. God bless the U.S.A. 'cuz they sure need it. A Muslim Marxist in power. Wow. They actually did gone and done it.
Canada's different though, eh. It has to do with the cold methinks, seriously. And that we're not fucking Europeans either. But them folks with fucked up ideas about... well... everything. Them and their crescent moon shit. Look into the details of that shite. Heh, shite. Double entandre there.
But yes, it's been a strange summer and autumn. Some difficulties along the way. But the Lord blesses and supports with each and every step.
Hey, so my wife and I met this guy today. He was of Quebec French background. Born, raised, and still having a house in Montreal, he was. A trucker though, so he didn't spend much time there. His Dad was an old school Frenchman, having emigrated from France, after living through the Nazi occupation of France during WWII.
My point? Hmmm. Let's find a couple, eh?
~ In building a defense, don't be as stupid as to expect to ward off your defenses from a Maginot line and allow yourself to be flanked by your enemy.
~ Don't let a culture subjugate your own
~ Your enemy is your fucking enemy. We serve the Lord eternally, and "the battle" never ends. Don't expect him to have changed since 1200 years ago just 'cuz his face has changed a little. His overall actions and words will indicate his heart and intent. That's fucking true for drunks in a bar wanting to borrow money or score some pussy or get into a fight, and it's true for peoples and nations who wanna fucking prison rape you but they're not big enough to force it out of you (or into you as it were) at once so they just wear you down with threats and promises of violence and getting their convict buddies or gang-bangers to help them in their violation of you, but they can and do nonetheless.
Yeah so fuck them fuckers. And God bless them too, in our prayers, 'cuz that's what our Lord asked us to do. Do you know how the Christian Golden Rule is different than all other cultures Golden Rule? Jesus asks His followers to have you do as you'd like others to do to you. Not the other fucking way, where you do as has been done to you.
The biggest protector of freedom and peace in the world? Why that would be the U.S. Armed Forces, who incidentally, is comprised, percentage wise, of mostly Southern whites. That's the Southern culture, to stand up for, and protect, the freedoms of love, light, and truth.
God bless the South. And Israel. And Canada.
It's been a good weekend. But recently there's been kind of weird shit in life, y'know on the outside, socially, in society, in the world.
Like the whole H1N1 thing. That's become a big deal everywhere this year, eh?
But our fact is, we'll get the vaccine ourselves. I trust our Canadian government more than the U.S. government. Not implicitly, but more.
Especially since we've had a Conservative party in power for the last few years. God bless Canada. And God bless Israel. God bless the U.S.A. 'cuz they sure need it. A Muslim Marxist in power. Wow. They actually did gone and done it.
Canada's different though, eh. It has to do with the cold methinks, seriously. And that we're not fucking Europeans either. But them folks with fucked up ideas about... well... everything. Them and their crescent moon shit. Look into the details of that shite. Heh, shite. Double entandre there.
But yes, it's been a strange summer and autumn. Some difficulties along the way. But the Lord blesses and supports with each and every step.
Hey, so my wife and I met this guy today. He was of Quebec French background. Born, raised, and still having a house in Montreal, he was. A trucker though, so he didn't spend much time there. His Dad was an old school Frenchman, having emigrated from France, after living through the Nazi occupation of France during WWII.
My point? Hmmm. Let's find a couple, eh?
~ In building a defense, don't be as stupid as to expect to ward off your defenses from a Maginot line and allow yourself to be flanked by your enemy.
~ Don't let a culture subjugate your own
~ Your enemy is your fucking enemy. We serve the Lord eternally, and "the battle" never ends. Don't expect him to have changed since 1200 years ago just 'cuz his face has changed a little. His overall actions and words will indicate his heart and intent. That's fucking true for drunks in a bar wanting to borrow money or score some pussy or get into a fight, and it's true for peoples and nations who wanna fucking prison rape you but they're not big enough to force it out of you (or into you as it were) at once so they just wear you down with threats and promises of violence and getting their convict buddies or gang-bangers to help them in their violation of you, but they can and do nonetheless.
Yeah so fuck them fuckers. And God bless them too, in our prayers, 'cuz that's what our Lord asked us to do. Do you know how the Christian Golden Rule is different than all other cultures Golden Rule? Jesus asks His followers to have you do as you'd like others to do to you. Not the other fucking way, where you do as has been done to you.
The biggest protector of freedom and peace in the world? Why that would be the U.S. Armed Forces, who incidentally, is comprised, percentage wise, of mostly Southern whites. That's the Southern culture, to stand up for, and protect, the freedoms of love, light, and truth.
God bless the South. And Israel. And Canada.
Saturday, August 22, 2009
Mazel Tov!
Well cheers, me hearteys.
I've just been too busy at work, and home, to lately give my salutations to any readers, and stumblers, who happen across this little place of ours.
But I'll raise my glass (or can of Carling at least) a few times tonight as I celebrate overcoming a few minor difficulties along this path we cleave, and in anticipation of a big event tomorrow (that is, Saturday the 22nd).
My challenge tonight shall then be to not get too fucked up, in order to be in fighting shape and game face for a fuckuva party as our (my darling wife and me) best couple friends, Karen & Adam, are finally getting married tomorrow after being together for almost 7 years. (This also is the weekend before my wife's and my coming 2nd anniversary on Tuesday, the 25th.)
All our friends are going to be there. Oh my, some blessed people will be gathered together in joy tomorrow. And then we're gonna get drunk! Hah, to quote Ricky from the Trailer Park Boys, "Gonna get drunk and stoned with my family and friends!"
My best man at my wedding, and elsewhere, is coming from outta town, and spending the night at our place, (in his tent in our backyard, cuz he's very allergic to cats and we've got teh 3 indoor kittehs,) and he hasn't got drunk at a social in years, not even ours, (cuz he was the signor of the liquor permit, and wanted to take his "responsibles" seriously and not get drunk during the event), and I'm gonna fucking spend money which is cool cuz I remember what is what like for our social and wedding two years ago, and how people gave of themselves and how it was a blessing to us.
And it's so blessed to how I've known Karen for years and how I'm finally going to be giving her away (Mazel Tov!) after all I've seen her through, and I'm so immensely happy and proud of her and her excellent man, and how he was just the shining knight she needed, and he's a good man and they are perfect for each other.
And I would dance with my Mom (if she hadn't passed away last year), and drink with my Dad (if he hadn't passed away three years ago), and laugh and be proud of who we are and from where we've come and how our ancestors made this country what it is.
But, I shall celebrate for them!
~~~ (Mazel Tov!) ~~~
(Major tip o' the hat to a song for our weekend, by the Black Eyed Peas, "I've Gotta Feeling", and of course, forever, Galatians 3:29, "If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.')
God bless Israel, and God bless us everyone, and the God bless the U.S. Constitution.
Cheers!
I've just been too busy at work, and home, to lately give my salutations to any readers, and stumblers, who happen across this little place of ours.
But I'll raise my glass (or can of Carling at least) a few times tonight as I celebrate overcoming a few minor difficulties along this path we cleave, and in anticipation of a big event tomorrow (that is, Saturday the 22nd).
My challenge tonight shall then be to not get too fucked up, in order to be in fighting shape and game face for a fuckuva party as our (my darling wife and me) best couple friends, Karen & Adam, are finally getting married tomorrow after being together for almost 7 years. (This also is the weekend before my wife's and my coming 2nd anniversary on Tuesday, the 25th.)
All our friends are going to be there. Oh my, some blessed people will be gathered together in joy tomorrow. And then we're gonna get drunk! Hah, to quote Ricky from the Trailer Park Boys, "Gonna get drunk and stoned with my family and friends!"
My best man at my wedding, and elsewhere, is coming from outta town, and spending the night at our place, (in his tent in our backyard, cuz he's very allergic to cats and we've got teh 3 indoor kittehs,) and he hasn't got drunk at a social in years, not even ours, (cuz he was the signor of the liquor permit, and wanted to take his "responsibles" seriously and not get drunk during the event), and I'm gonna fucking spend money which is cool cuz I remember what is what like for our social and wedding two years ago, and how people gave of themselves and how it was a blessing to us.
And it's so blessed to how I've known Karen for years and how I'm finally going to be giving her away (Mazel Tov!) after all I've seen her through, and I'm so immensely happy and proud of her and her excellent man, and how he was just the shining knight she needed, and he's a good man and they are perfect for each other.
And I would dance with my Mom (if she hadn't passed away last year), and drink with my Dad (if he hadn't passed away three years ago), and laugh and be proud of who we are and from where we've come and how our ancestors made this country what it is.
But, I shall celebrate for them!
~~~ (Mazel Tov!) ~~~
(Major tip o' the hat to a song for our weekend, by the Black Eyed Peas, "I've Gotta Feeling", and of course, forever, Galatians 3:29, "If you belong to Christ, then you are Abraham's seed, and heirs according to the promise.')
God bless Israel, and God bless us everyone, and the God bless the U.S. Constitution.
Cheers!
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