I remember weekends, they were a great time to go out with friends, have a few beers and maybe a nice meal with the little lady. Now that I've pulled my first 7 days straight of working I've realized that the week doesn't actually reset on Monday just because the week is over. That means I'm really on day 8 of all work and some play. And if I'm already whining like this now just imagine me come September! "Wa wa waaaaaa whoa is me! I missed the entire Summer working every weekend! Someone quick! Call the Waaaaambulance!" I don't think it'll go quite like that but you get the gist.
As I've gotten older I've noticed a slight change in my habits. What I really look forward to doing is cooking. Big meals, me, me and the girl, me and friends, me eating until I'm too gorged to do anything else. I want to make something fancy every Saturday night and make a big meal of it. Never mind that I'm writing this while hungry, I want to learn how to pair wines better, build a liquor and liqueur selection, and be able to put together amazing meals every night. I'm old world like that, I see food as a way to bring people together and cooking big nice meals is a great way to do that. And my arsenal is growing, I'm better at cooking meats, learning about sauces, and have a few books on wine and a lot of gourmet bartenders at my disposal.
This in turn has led to something somewhat morbid, but it's a thought with merit. When I die I hope I've lived a life that inspires people to do good things, great things that help pull our civilization to new heights. I hope I am remembered fondly, that people want to honor my passing with a celebration. I hope that it becomes a meal, where people come together, eat, celebrate friends, family, and community. People drink and be merry, like Thanksgiving but maybe in the Summer when people can grill out. It's a weird thought, I know. Yet I think it's a nice image, people toasting to a life that made a positive impact and brought people together. Here's the quote and the pic of the day!
"Americans are a funny lot. They drink whiskey to keep them warm, then they add ice to keep it cool. They put sugar in it to make sweet, then add lemon to make it sour. Then they say 'here's to you', and drink it themselves." -Former PM of India
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