Home Alone III

[Dream Come True by The Brand New Heavies is thumping through our pad. A glass of Rodney Strong Merlot is slowly being had. There is no cigar but lots of smoke from yesterday.]

It’s the day after, folks. Don’t expect me to be remotely funny or clever. D-dog came over last night and made me drink lots of excellent red wine, calvados and smoke puros until early morning hours. That's my defense and I'll stick to it.

I had started to grill a whole chicken, just whipped up some Ceviche and was about to soak the basmati rice when there was a knock on the door. I assumed it was my dinner guests for the evening and I was right. Sometimes life can be so simple.

We started our feast with three types of cheese: one Morbier (France), one goat cheese brie (France) and one creamy Californian. Bebel Gilberto’s Tanto Tiempo was humming along in the background. Soothing Bossa tunes that smell happiness, warmth and time-off. Bossa Nova is in my opinion the sweet dream of true harmony; it’s the antithesis of carpools, mini-vans and South Beach diet. It’s the effortless being, living and loving. No strings attached.

[Ping. The pasta is ready. A simple Farfalle with sautéed mushrooms in basil and pepper sauce. Parmesan sprinkled lightly on top. Refilling the Merlot.]

I know what you are thinking. The rascal is using the missus’ absence as an excuse to invite friends and double team the wine fridge and the humidors. True but not true. It’s all in the eye of the beholder. If living life to the fullest is a crime then bring out those handcuffs. I’m guilty as charged. The word extravaganza is the norm in our household as per the most general definition (over the top). Like Don Quijote we all have our windmills to challenge and conquer.

Anywho – the evening ended with a Calvados, a Puro and a discussion around what’s important in life. Not ones did we mention family values. Thank God!

It was much more spiritual and down-to-earth than that.

[Dimitri from Paris’ Disco Forever. Disc 3.]

Protect the old is a defensive game. It’s challenging the anomaly in-between paradigms. It’s like backing into a dead-end street. Live the dream and make your moves speak louder than those words. Shake your bootie is as offensive as it gets. No pun intended.