Everyone who knows me for a long time is well aware I'm not a hard drinker. Yet I don't object and don't reject if it comes to rare occasions and the chances to get together with my real old friends.
That was the occasion. After a long season and even longer absence we had the chance to meet in the very remote area away from family members in the empty cozy cabin on high cliff above frozen ocean. None of us was in a hurry, nobody was about to bother us, our refrigerator was filled and everyone has enough of the booze of his options. All of us were totally happy with the place and time and the aura of old friendship was tight and intence. So, we've started.
Three shots of good vodka have killed the excessive excitement easily, untied our tongues and smoothed our talking. Smoked salmon, pickled mushrooms, homemade sour cabbage, some cheese, bacon smoked with garlic , sausages of a few brands, fresh bread, steamed pot stickers, beef stew..tea and coffee were served.
What else? Hard to remember now.
And we were drinking, chewing, breathing and talking. Talking in some order quietly, but not for a long. Only at the beginning. Soon we had enough eating pleasures and the talking became dominant. Everybody had something important to say. We've toasted our common friends who was not with us and those who never will... we've updated our current health conditions and financial status...we've carefully talked a little about our marital situations and that was over on the polite side.. . After that the politics were brought to the table. And that was something. We are very close and very valuable friends, we were tried and tempered through the hardest times in dozens of years. We love each other and can't wait for the meet like this, but once it comes to politics we all have different opinions. And as such we fight "to death" to prove a point, each on his own but through the course of it the whole group is getting composed on one side and I am the only one on the other...Ah ha ha ha! I don't know why but it always the same! I'm being blamed being arrogant incompetent and the one who lost touch with the ground and reality! It has never upset me though. I am used to this. I am always amnesting and forgiving them at the end. While the spit is flying and the wordings getting stronger, the table is getting hit by many fists and the decibels are raised to unbearable scale even to the deaf ....the steam is going out ... they are my friends. If I were a princess after the battle I would be bruised all over my soul.. remember the word. My heart would be broken and my spirit in defeat...luckily I'm not princess, not a prince ... not angel, not evil what I have though is my rich experience. I was in critical dangerous situations, I have my many losses, I've been betrayed numerically ..there were severe exhaust of unpleasant existence and traumatic damages to the soul and body....and somehow having the old friends and very beloved ones carried me all over and through these hardships...I'm happy now and the happiness is strong enough to meet the end. Hopefully it is not coming soon and I will served to them...seems like I said enough about myself...
These time when we have covered both presidents of my vote, and o man, what I've heard is not fitting to any decent text to publish. Friends are absolutely shameless, they are very strong in their voices, they can yell like in the fight with gunships around, the choice of words is so variable and inventive and the facial expressions and the body language are so amazing there are should be concealed cameras around and the footage would worth a billions. Though its totally impossible to do such taping, the things like this are even predictable but yet they begin like booby traps. You never know.
At the very end we have breathed it all out we have a good set ofvtoasts "to us", to "peace in the world", to "our next gathering"... then we talk about something else.
This time it's was something spiritual. And the spirit was a big help to us. We've consumed it a lot. One of us is became a strong orthodox Christian. We don't know how. There were no any signs for it when he was young. Drinking was his sport. Girls were good for him of any kind and he was a big eater! But Now he wears a cross, he has long beard and huge stomach. Wife and grownup kids too.
The rest of us are rude atheists and me is agnostic actually. We've started to talk about spirituality about afterlife about sins and punishment about sole etc... surprisingly everyone was quite serious and s p I r I t u a l.. guess it was awaken by abundance of spirit.. though Brad Villers came to my mind. Nobody can compete with this guy. Saw him thousand times in all Kodiak bars and in many ports on San Juan islands and in Port Townsend and Port Angeles...nobody! The guy is big and capable! All bartenders all barmaids all waiterses will testify, Brad is unbeatable in this contest. His chest his stomach his big mouth, red beard and loud laugh are all collateral proofs. Yet, with all the barrels of beer and whiskey and many other spirited drinks consumed he was not ever turned into the spiritual state.. rather just spirited...
Anyhow back to our party. There was this question raised "what is the soul?"!!Hell, who knows who raised it?!
The most active guy in the dispute insisted that he is the only one who knows. He has took many spiritual classes from many different gurus. Yet, when asked again "what the soul is?"! He did not say anything clearly, rather something arrogant " gentlemen, we all have our experiences"... does it says what the soul is???? Nah..
The other guy just has moved his hand around his head showing silently like its something cloudy around there. And we all saw our friend is very drunk..the other one was talking about something ethereal in our head in our blood in our heart...ethereal ?????? And it's just made me feel drunk and drunker then I was before.
Our the only church guy was silent for a long while. We've thought of him being very drunk or even asleep. It was strange. In his size he matches Brad Villers...
He was silent and so were we... when his mouth has moved we all heard it "it's a piece of God in each of us!".... you heard it too now. We were all muted by that and finished our last bottle silently.
That was the occasion. After a long season and even longer absence we had the chance to meet in the very remote area away from family members in the empty cozy cabin on high cliff above frozen ocean. None of us was in a hurry, nobody was about to bother us, our refrigerator was filled and everyone has enough of the booze of his options. All of us were totally happy with the place and time and the aura of old friendship was tight and intence. So, we've started.
Three shots of good vodka have killed the excessive excitement easily, untied our tongues and smoothed our talking. Smoked salmon, pickled mushrooms, homemade sour cabbage, some cheese, bacon smoked with garlic , sausages of a few brands, fresh bread, steamed pot stickers, beef stew..tea and coffee were served.
What else? Hard to remember now.
And we were drinking, chewing, breathing and talking. Talking in some order quietly, but not for a long. Only at the beginning. Soon we had enough eating pleasures and the talking became dominant. Everybody had something important to say. We've toasted our common friends who was not with us and those who never will... we've updated our current health conditions and financial status...we've carefully talked a little about our marital situations and that was over on the polite side.. . After that the politics were brought to the table. And that was something. We are very close and very valuable friends, we were tried and tempered through the hardest times in dozens of years. We love each other and can't wait for the meet like this, but once it comes to politics we all have different opinions. And as such we fight "to death" to prove a point, each on his own but through the course of it the whole group is getting composed on one side and I am the only one on the other...Ah ha ha ha! I don't know why but it always the same! I'm being blamed being arrogant incompetent and the one who lost touch with the ground and reality! It has never upset me though. I am used to this. I am always amnesting and forgiving them at the end. While the spit is flying and the wordings getting stronger, the table is getting hit by many fists and the decibels are raised to unbearable scale even to the deaf ....the steam is going out ... they are my friends. If I were a princess after the battle I would be bruised all over my soul.. remember the word. My heart would be broken and my spirit in defeat...luckily I'm not princess, not a prince ... not angel, not evil what I have though is my rich experience. I was in critical dangerous situations, I have my many losses, I've been betrayed numerically ..there were severe exhaust of unpleasant existence and traumatic damages to the soul and body....and somehow having the old friends and very beloved ones carried me all over and through these hardships...I'm happy now and the happiness is strong enough to meet the end. Hopefully it is not coming soon and I will served to them...seems like I said enough about myself...
These time when we have covered both presidents of my vote, and o man, what I've heard is not fitting to any decent text to publish. Friends are absolutely shameless, they are very strong in their voices, they can yell like in the fight with gunships around, the choice of words is so variable and inventive and the facial expressions and the body language are so amazing there are should be concealed cameras around and the footage would worth a billions. Though its totally impossible to do such taping, the things like this are even predictable but yet they begin like booby traps. You never know.
At the very end we have breathed it all out we have a good set ofvtoasts "to us", to "peace in the world", to "our next gathering"... then we talk about something else.
This time it's was something spiritual. And the spirit was a big help to us. We've consumed it a lot. One of us is became a strong orthodox Christian. We don't know how. There were no any signs for it when he was young. Drinking was his sport. Girls were good for him of any kind and he was a big eater! But Now he wears a cross, he has long beard and huge stomach. Wife and grownup kids too.
The rest of us are rude atheists and me is agnostic actually. We've started to talk about spirituality about afterlife about sins and punishment about sole etc... surprisingly everyone was quite serious and s p I r I t u a l.. guess it was awaken by abundance of spirit.. though Brad Villers came to my mind. Nobody can compete with this guy. Saw him thousand times in all Kodiak bars and in many ports on San Juan islands and in Port Townsend and Port Angeles...nobody! The guy is big and capable! All bartenders all barmaids all waiterses will testify, Brad is unbeatable in this contest. His chest his stomach his big mouth, red beard and loud laugh are all collateral proofs. Yet, with all the barrels of beer and whiskey and many other spirited drinks consumed he was not ever turned into the spiritual state.. rather just spirited...
Anyhow back to our party. There was this question raised "what is the soul?"!!Hell, who knows who raised it?!
The most active guy in the dispute insisted that he is the only one who knows. He has took many spiritual classes from many different gurus. Yet, when asked again "what the soul is?"! He did not say anything clearly, rather something arrogant " gentlemen, we all have our experiences"... does it says what the soul is???? Nah..
The other guy just has moved his hand around his head showing silently like its something cloudy around there. And we all saw our friend is very drunk..the other one was talking about something ethereal in our head in our blood in our heart...ethereal ?????? And it's just made me feel drunk and drunker then I was before.
Our the only church guy was silent for a long while. We've thought of him being very drunk or even asleep. It was strange. In his size he matches Brad Villers...
He was silent and so were we... when his mouth has moved we all heard it "it's a piece of God in each of us!".... you heard it too now. We were all muted by that and finished our last bottle silently.
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