Last night was grand. Mysteries of the universe and our inner spaces were unraveled. Spiritual and religious issues were challenged, which ironically brought more peace. Friendships between the 3 of us somehow grew tighter, seems as though 12 years of friendship was built upon each other just for that one night to happen. As you know, many nights in college were spent on the floor of a dorm room, candles as the only source of light, and life was discussed... ah life.
Chuck mentioned something last night that honored me beyond honor. Only because the smoke night was at my house maybe. But he said "This reminds me of the nights in college." and twas true. It had that feeling. That feeling we all try to recreate. That feeling we had that we try to mimic nowadays yet try too hard. You can't go back and you can't MAKE that feeling come back, it just has to happen; and it did.
The night started out in typical male-fashion. Burgers on the grill. Don’t let anyone tell you gas is better than charcoal. Bunk! I tried to convince Chuck that these burgers were in my top 10 of my whole life. (He made the burgers) but he didn't buy it, but see the picture; can you deny their beauty? They were so grand. and delici-oh-so. I then remembered I bought a watermelon for this occasion. We divided the 1/4 melon slice into 3 and enjoyed a fun summer treat together, wordlessly. Chuck then drop-kicked his melon rind and it exploded all over his foot. He didn’t expect it, but I did. I then took the long knife and showed off my Samaria sword skills. The camera was there, so we all had a grand-ole-time acting afool with knives and fruit. Chuck even tried his hand at the old sword. Watermelon has an amazing ability to fill you up. So Josh and I then compared bloated bellies. Not sure who won, you be the judge. I am almost certain Sip is holding his in. I, on the other hand, and poking mine out very much. I will always win the most hair contest though. You'll forgive my messy hair and unkept-look. At least for now, I am not caring much about how I look. I find it more refreshing and gives me a more joyous outlook on life. It may seem silly, but I now catch myself purposely messing my hair up.
Fear not friends… we all peed many times in my backyard. Sometimes we gathered around a beam of moon light shining through the trees and honored the moon light with our urine.
So to work some of the fullness pains off, we walked for a bit around the neighborhood since I have a neighborhood conducive to walking (If you can dodge the occasional golf cart). After the walk we sat to smoke a spell. Chuck had some Yachtsman that really caused many a buzz. Hard-to-stand-up kind of buzz.
Everything seemed really fascinatingly boring (Or interestingly uninteresting perhaps?) when you smoke it. Bricks, concrete, wood grain, etc... tis kewl. The conversation turned to me, and I told the men things that have changed in my life, thoughts, feelings, etc, particularly related to religion and how it is hard to believe that churches we go to and religions we practice today are the same as those in the Bible that we all claim to emulate... Alot of it was hard to bring up and put into out-loud words, but since we are of like-mind, my men related to me and we discussed it further and came to no certain conclusion, yet I felt at peace all the same.
I pulled out the mandolin for a few quiet, slow tunes which my brothers gladly sung whilst I played, to which I am thankful. I like to play, but I hate to sing and play, and love it when someone will sing along, thanks guys...
Must else was discussed, but if you weren't there you may never know of it, tis the nature of the smoke night, friends.
Chuck will be missed. He leaves this Wednesday, but I foresee us all smoking at least once a year together until the day we die... of lung cancer... kidding.