Its cold tonight at the old ranch house, a dark intentioned and ill mannered wind trying to insert itself into every crack and crevice. I'm doing my usual thing when the weather is foul, and the muse feels pent by the surroundings and the afflicting chest cold: Being a vegetable in front of the computer. In my browsing of one of the 'net forums I participate in I settled in to read the most recent posts in a favorite thread; all about cigars. One poster was commenting about his recent first experience with a fine cigar - Settled into his basement "man room" with a good buddy, sipping glasses of Gentleman Jack and puffing away on Romeo y Julieta's - and it brought back memories of, and a fervent desire for, some of my favorite Friday nights over the past five months.
Gathering with friends to go get excellent green chili cheese burgers, and then retiring to a friends apartment to break out the fine liquor, good beer, and excellent cigars. Sitting outside, smoking, often with a glass of something tasty in hand, enjoying the company and conversation of dear friends in the cool late summer, autumn and early winter darkness.
Thinking of this my mouth went wet for the smooth taste of good bourbon, and the billowing, rich, flavor of a strong cigar, and my heart cried for the company of my friends. To be with those who understand, those who share, those with whom I am communal in virtue and in vice - Good company, over good food, good drink and the shared pleasure of cigars is something beyond compare.
In lieu there of, I'm going to wrap myself up with a good blanket, a hearty dose of cough syrup and a book in hopes of finding my way to sleep and fighting this demon out of my lungs. Really, its so much more miserable now by comparison.
I owe you a toast my friends, next time we circle up and do it all again, for such really is the best in life.