I only have enough time to drink the good stuff: a last meal with my best friend.
Whenever someone is in my bar, pining over their next drink, I frequently say, “need I remind you of the transient and fleeting nature of life.” I do not say this to sell, well perhaps I do, I say this to sell a moment. Like Al Pacino said in the in the film version of David Mamet’s Glen Gary Glenross,
“Great meals fade in reflection, everything else gains, you know why? cause they’re only food, the shit we burn out… it’s only food.”
But what I’ll offer is that you remember the great events around great meals. The best meal of my life was at Beast, in Portland OR, I can only recall 2 courses, ( out of 7 ) but I remember 1 glass of wine ( out of 8 ) and being happier than ever with my special lady. Otis, my best friend, is dying. Baydra, my special lady, has been his best friend for 13 years. Before you get too concerned, he is a dog, but, HE IS STILL MY BEST FRIEND and the best thing ever to happen to, and be influenced by Baydra. He was molded by her love. And tonight, our last night, we have much to imbibe and much hugging to do.
Not surprisingly, I am drunk as I write right now. I am an atheist, but my dog reminds me everyday of the first 2 truths of the Buddha. Life is pain and the cause if that pain is desire, and before you get all, “you are a blasphemous fuck,” about me, understand that I think that there are almost no humans that understand, “being desire less,” but almost all animals do.
An aside: Baydra (very special lady friend) just said: guys are really interesting about spills, quote: “you just spilled your rye, clean it up, you would clean it up in your bar.”
The laying of a cloth over the spilled rye was not good enough for her, I have cleaned it since and now I can type more.
So back to my point, were I to compare my dog to Jesus, Christians would be offended, but were I to compare him to Buddha, a Buddhist would not. This is inconsequential to the fact that I don’t consider him holy, rather, I am just trying to express that I see him (my dog) as better than me (a person) because he is. Earthly matters do not weigh him down, E.G. like Jesus and Buddha he is enlightened, but not like the common man.
Today, I purchased 1 bottle of Wild Turkey Rye, 12, 6.2% alc Simpler Times beers, 1 liter of Lambic Frambois, 1 bottle of good Champagne, (not a non descript sparkling wine, but good champagne), 1 bottle of decent petit syrah, and the addition of a single barrel bottling of Sazercac, picked by Joel Baker of Bourbon and Branch. There are also present 3, 1lbs seasoned rib eye steak. 2 lbs of bacon wrapped (by me) tri tips, linguini, ciabatta, truffle oil (Otis loves truffle oil) and spinach and mixed green salad with a raspberry balsamic vinaigrette. These goods, are a send off of great goods.
Life is shit then you die. Or: Life is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, in the end signifying nothing.
This melancholy diatribe, delivered by a Hamlet wannabe, in blog format, is a veiled way to invite you, dear reader, to not hesitate. Live deliberately. My best friend is about to die, he has several cancers, and his spleen has ruptured. But his last meal will be remembered by the 3 of us, we will make it special.
People meet me, and I am quiet, and in a year or so, they might say, “he is a good guy,” I take a while to know. Small children meet Otis and they say, “his ears are so soft, he is nice” while he, and the child, and myself all smile. My half a bottle of wild turkey rye and 2 beers have to leave now. We all have to eat our respective pounds of steak, rye whiskey, good champagne and 12 beers. My keyboard is wet with tears, my only point to this 698 word blog post is that please don’t save the good stuff for a later day, enjoy it now with people that you care about. Anything less is fooling yourself.