It's that time of the year again, my friend down the road "En" is having his annual saint day celebrations, or in his native tongue "Slava" which is Serbian. This meant a night of exotic food and heavy drinking for some, but mostly it's a celebration between family and friends to reflect on their religious beliefs? At least that was my impression... I arrived at 8:30 with my friend Jonny D, which I thought was fashionably late haha.. since it commenced at 6 or so? no maybe not... with the usual initiations upon entering En presented us with a tray which contained a glass of whine and a plate of wheat. The wine symbolizing Christ blood and wheat the body of Christ? which we eat a spoonful of and down a sip of wine, mmmm... blood.
It's always daunting for me to walk into a room full one's family and friends which I have never met, especially at a cultural religious gathering since I don't resemble anyone from Serbian origins or from this world in that matter.. hhaha. I guess the meet and greet was the easy part, with a quick wave and a sincere smirk.. smile I mean, it was done! I was accepted in my mind. Now I had to be seated, which is the tricky part... do I just intrude onto any seat or what? I mustered some courage and just took some random seat, there.. not as awkward as I thought. En proceeded across the room and seated himself next to me, "wheres Jonny?" Well apparently he just left... what a "fail" as he would say.
Initially I was just going to finnish the beer En gave me and stop there, but after a 1/4 of a bottle the drunken beast inside me awakens from its year long slumber. I was in "Cyber space", pink elephants and clowns everywhere.. nah but it was the good ol' tipsy feeling that I longed for. The drunkeness manifests my once rational soul and now I crave for more!!!! moree. Two shots of "rakia" later everyone in the room was oblivious to me and to everyone else in the room I was just some guy that was laughing at the wall...haha.
Well pretty uneventful I guess but in the eyes of a drunk it was pure bliss. For the next few hours more friends arrived to join my entourage of crap jokes and laughing fits. Met some pretty cool people, well I think I might of met these people before from the previous year but I don't remember... One was a guy I nicknamed "Heavy Drinker" and Heavy Drinkers wife and I think his lil sister as well, Mini Drinker. Even Mini Drinker out drank me and still appeared sober. Can't really remember what we were talking about, I think it was drinking? and funny cars called Yogo, (reminded me of yogurt and Yogi bear)
Other highlights included the God father (En's father) dancing his tribe dance and random guy playing tamberine on our heads to the music.
Was it worth it? was it worth hindering protien synthesis and lowering testosterone production for such a breif moment of bliss? My rotting brian seems to think so, lifes not perminant.. don't take it too seriously ay?
Side notes: Serbian people are born tall and can drink immeasurable amounts of liquor, make delicious food, play musical instruments on peoples head? and are very appealing visually in female form...
giggity giggity goooMr X
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