A civilized motherfucking experience
It’s 3:00 am, so I’ll keep this short and sweet.
Tonight I smoked (and quite enjoyed) my first cigar ever.
I also drank a couple glasses of cognac of such a rarity that it can no longer be purchased… anywhere … by anyone.
I did this while sitting on my father’s screened in front porch, rain in the background, having the best conversation I’ve ever had with him.
Ever.
At one point I looked back and forth between the cigar and the congac a couple times and smiling, I said “my god, this is a civilized motherfucking experience.”
To which he replied (with a slight chuckle and grin only he can manage.)
“No shit.”
I realized also that any little aptitude I have at telling a story comes from his enthralling monologues.
July 18th, 2009 at 9:24 am
It’s a man thing, good and right that he should smell faintly of fine liquor and tobacco.
What kind of cigar, btw?
July 18th, 2009 at 2:20 pm
Well, God bless him, and here’s (*clink*) to civilized motherfucking experiences. Myself? I’m not so terribly civilized, but I could dig it, nonetheless.
Re: whut Joanie said, about a man…”that he should smell faintly of fine liquor and tobacco.” Yessssssssss….indeedy, he should.
July 18th, 2009 at 8:33 pm
“congac”
July 19th, 2009 at 12:00 am
It was a Romeo & Juliet (? *shrug*)
July 27th, 2009 at 8:41 am
Your dad has the best booze and cigars. I remember sharing some with him oh, like 15 years ago. It IS a civilized experience. I miss your dad!
July 27th, 2009 at 10:10 am
Plus he lets it down a bit after a couple glasses of cognac.