Merlot Journey Through Russia with Mike Drinking
Greetings Voignier and Kind Readers,
Today was an odd Sunday, after a rather long party night last, where "Mike Dryer," spent the night distributing boxed wine to students at the Yeshivah Gedolah Rabbinical College, which as largely uneventful until the paid strippers arrived. It turned out that Ronbo has called at the suggestion of one of the students who had half jokingly said: "when do the nude dancers get here?" Seeing an opportunity to hire one of his close friends and her small service, Ronbo too the liberty of calling nude girls to dance before a group of 40 students studying to become rabbis.
To our surprise, the dancers were met with enthusiasms. When we asked a pointed question about the moral climate this had created, or lack thereof, one student replied: "adultery was traditionally defined as a sexual act only with a married woman," an assertion that we subsequently "googled". Ronbo's little assault on the Yeshivah was "an average night" according to Candy, Ronbo's friend who had collected and divided up the tips to the workers, and to Ronbo, as we observed near the men's room after the dancing was done. Dr. Emily retired to the bus, stopping off at a local video store where she rented several films for viewing on the bus, which came in handy as we took to the road. Mike, had discharged his duties well, up to 1am, which is about the time his drinking caught up with him. This was revealed when Mike dropped his flask while upchucking over a rail.
The second surprise of the night turn out to be the fact that Mike's a drinker, if you will, and not the boxed wine in moderation kind of drinker, but more of the Christian Brothers Brandy-from- a- small flask- until- blacking-out kind of drinker. Mr. Ito, who is an avid non-drinker, save green tea (but not after 6pm), "walked" Mike back to the bus, slapping him about the ears, neck and face several times to keep him awake enough to diffuse some of the weight of his carry. The task was left to Mr. Ito because Ronbo had left the party to drive Candy and her friends back to the bus station. Mr. Ito for his part took it in stride, remarking "it's okay Merlot, I know what gold does to men's souls."
Today, we watched several films of Dr. Emily's choosing. The first was a classic, starring Humphrey Bogart: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, which proved ironic when one of the characters in the film repeated Mr. Ito's remark about gold. The second movie proved long and panoramic, the 1965 effort by David Lean entitled Doctor Zhivago, which took us on a long journey across Russia and back, which was suitable, matching our long ride aboard the "mother ship" as we've taken to call our magic boxed wine distribution vehicle. We slept through most of the film, which made it difficult to discuss it meaningfully with Dr. Emily before she put in the third film, and as she rolled the pizza dough she had bough to feed to make lunch for the crew. We served a dry red boxed wine with our pizza, which had goat cheese (from Coach farms in New England), basil and garlic and fresh pesto, made with walnuts, rather than pine nuts.
The third film, Reds, was Warren Beatty's opus about John Reed, an American who witnessed the Russian revolution in 1917. It was James Hunter, one of our Riverside Park researchers who notice that the circa WW1 apartment in the film had an air conditioner in the window, which had not been invented yet.
The films and the goat cheese pizza took much of the hangover off, along with the boxed red, which proved a tonic, the hairs of the dog that bit us, if you will. Mike, who awakened well into the third movie did not appear to feel well, as he upchucked out of the bus' bathroom window.
Today was an odd Sunday, after a rather long party night last, where "Mike Dryer," spent the night distributing boxed wine to students at the Yeshivah Gedolah Rabbinical College, which as largely uneventful until the paid strippers arrived. It turned out that Ronbo has called at the suggestion of one of the students who had half jokingly said: "when do the nude dancers get here?" Seeing an opportunity to hire one of his close friends and her small service, Ronbo too the liberty of calling nude girls to dance before a group of 40 students studying to become rabbis.
To our surprise, the dancers were met with enthusiasms. When we asked a pointed question about the moral climate this had created, or lack thereof, one student replied: "adultery was traditionally defined as a sexual act only with a married woman," an assertion that we subsequently "googled". Ronbo's little assault on the Yeshivah was "an average night" according to Candy, Ronbo's friend who had collected and divided up the tips to the workers, and to Ronbo, as we observed near the men's room after the dancing was done. Dr. Emily retired to the bus, stopping off at a local video store where she rented several films for viewing on the bus, which came in handy as we took to the road. Mike, had discharged his duties well, up to 1am, which is about the time his drinking caught up with him. This was revealed when Mike dropped his flask while upchucking over a rail.
The second surprise of the night turn out to be the fact that Mike's a drinker, if you will, and not the boxed wine in moderation kind of drinker, but more of the Christian Brothers Brandy-from- a- small flask- until- blacking-out kind of drinker. Mr. Ito, who is an avid non-drinker, save green tea (but not after 6pm), "walked" Mike back to the bus, slapping him about the ears, neck and face several times to keep him awake enough to diffuse some of the weight of his carry. The task was left to Mr. Ito because Ronbo had left the party to drive Candy and her friends back to the bus station. Mr. Ito for his part took it in stride, remarking "it's okay Merlot, I know what gold does to men's souls."
Today, we watched several films of Dr. Emily's choosing. The first was a classic, starring Humphrey Bogart: The Treasure of the Sierra Madre, which proved ironic when one of the characters in the film repeated Mr. Ito's remark about gold. The second movie proved long and panoramic, the 1965 effort by David Lean entitled Doctor Zhivago, which took us on a long journey across Russia and back, which was suitable, matching our long ride aboard the "mother ship" as we've taken to call our magic boxed wine distribution vehicle. We slept through most of the film, which made it difficult to discuss it meaningfully with Dr. Emily before she put in the third film, and as she rolled the pizza dough she had bough to feed to make lunch for the crew. We served a dry red boxed wine with our pizza, which had goat cheese (from Coach farms in New England), basil and garlic and fresh pesto, made with walnuts, rather than pine nuts.
The third film, Reds, was Warren Beatty's opus about John Reed, an American who witnessed the Russian revolution in 1917. It was James Hunter, one of our Riverside Park researchers who notice that the circa WW1 apartment in the film had an air conditioner in the window, which had not been invented yet.
The films and the goat cheese pizza took much of the hangover off, along with the boxed red, which proved a tonic, the hairs of the dog that bit us, if you will. Mike, who awakened well into the third movie did not appear to feel well, as he upchucked out of the bus' bathroom window.
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