macedonians enjoy, above all things, spoiling you with their hospitality. I was reminded of this on saturday... we were invited to lunch at an elderly couple's home.. these invitations are never without several ulterior motives, I'm used to it. I never suspect anyone invites me to these things for the pleasure of my company...
no, they have a collection of broken things that needed fixing which I should have started on FIRST but we were ordered to sit down because lunch was ready.
"What would you like to drink?" our cute hosts asked
"water" I replied
our host lady made this face->
D:
and said
"there is no such thing as water!!!"
"well, whatever you're drinking then I guess" I relented
so first the old man puts this on the table ...
"you like this? I can't join you because of medication I am taking" and then he produced four other bottles of booze, while his wife made my wife a margarita and then they brought out some beer
"well then I will have whatever you would have if you could drink"
so he thought about this riddle for a long moment...then he brought out the
unmarked bottle ... and I thought
woops, I know what's in that one!
MOONSHINE! well I know I'm not driving home... and of course this obliged him to drink with me...
this particular moonshine was made out of wine so it had a sweet kiss of grape... so of course I also needed a huge glass of wine to go with it...or two... and a great big meal and a tour of the house and the still in the shed and then to work....
so now with every cell in my body willing me to lie down for a nap and Brahms lullaby in my ears I have to fix the printer, half inebriated and in a borderline food coma.... then fix their yahoo messenger and everything else relating to modern technology...
then I went to my mother in law's house and fixed her sewing machine... then I went home and took a nap... and so, as I mentioned, for my next trick I will have to fix everything half drunk and blindfolded....
but wait... before we move on... my thoughts go back to the old man's house and the two cases of moonshine he had stashed in his locked shed and, I don't even know how many, liters of wine... I think he said two hundred.... add that to their stockpile of mason jars filled with every conceivable can-able food stuff. freezers filled, a second kitchen in the basement with it's own fridge. holy crap these people are
ready for the party at the end of the world...
I mean they are ready if an entire wedding party of two hundred people showed up on their doorstep, they are ready... I don't have any idea what they are planning for, but I'll be damned if they aren't ready for it.
My stockpile needs some serious work!!!