This is the part where Saurian spent the evening drinking several bottles of his Michigan Wine collection... And then friends came over. And then we had more wine, and some bottles from my first batch of homebrewed beer... Then we went to the local brewery, where I had 4 glasses of sack mead... Upon being driven home, I walked 2 miles with my friend to the halfway point between our houses, as his Jeep is sitting at my place tonight... I then walked home...
I point this out, because, besides being a totally random, and drunken post, well, you have to picture this... Picture a standard day of working and sleeping. Pretty much the same story for my entire week/month... Today was different. After getting off a hard day of work, instead of sitting inside in front of the idiot-box, I went outside and split some wood... A lot of wood... Enough to fill the woodrack, and get some more stacked outside. I did this while it was snowing out, and by the sole light of the back porch light, because it was dark... I came in, and had a glass of wine with dinner, which then turned into a couple bottles with a friend, and my brother... Then my buddy Mark called up. He showed up with his girl. We had some wine, then went up to the brewery... Both his brothers showed up... It was Mark, his girl Katie, his brothers John and Mike, my buddy Ben, and myself... Sitting in the brewery, Mark, his brothers, and I, fellow Irishmen toasting everything under the sun with Ben and Katie...
I don't know particularly why I'm posting this, save for it's randomness... But, you have to see where I'm coming from... I am sitting here, at 4:08 AM, Saturday Morning, and after a damn hard day at work, I spent the night hanging out with my friends having good drink, and having fun... This is a good thing, and something I do not do often... At this very moment, I am typing this, letter by letter, as if I try to type fast, I screw it all up, with a couple tomato-and-cheese sandwiches on onion rolls, feeling absolutely wonderful... It is very rare that I get to hang out with good friends, good friends who are not afraid to have fun in public... Toasting everything under the sun in boisterous Irish accents is something that a lot of people would not be seen doing in public... You get the McLaughlin brothers with me (Ballantine), and hilarity ensues... In a German brewery, no less...
I feel better than I've felt in quite some time, and am happy that this is so... I leave this post with the best toast of the night (toasted by me...)
To absent friends, though they not be here, may we toast to them as if they were by our side.