Another weekend was successfully survived. I decided it was time to “drink the dead” this weekend. This is an old Mexican tradition, which is also popular in the north of Brazil.
Basically, the Day of the Dead consists of celebrating the lives of the deceased and the beginning of this new phase for them, as well as the continuation of life on earth. The festivities start in mid-August and keep going for a month, so I figured I was just in time.
I got 5 friends together with the excuse that we should say good-bye to summer at home. I thought they might have second thoughts about the ingredients of my cocktails if I mentioned the dead, so I kept it quiet. No one wants to see an eye instead of a piece of ice it their drinks, at least not until Halloween...
Friends came bearing flowers and drink. All pictures of Jake removed, all personal items such as toothbrushes and shaving cream were successfully gotten rid of. My boss (yes, he dropped by, drank, smoked pot and flirted with a friend of mine… but I´ll get back to this one later) even said “I´m glad I saw you laughing so much”.
There was no mention of the dead at all. Actually, each one of us has a recent break-up, so it was fun to just talk about sex, the Internet and our heritage. No Mexican blood apart from larges doses of tequila in any of us, but no one cares, anyway.
Basically, the Day of the Dead consists of celebrating the lives of the deceased and the beginning of this new phase for them, as well as the continuation of life on earth. The festivities start in mid-August and keep going for a month, so I figured I was just in time.
I got 5 friends together with the excuse that we should say good-bye to summer at home. I thought they might have second thoughts about the ingredients of my cocktails if I mentioned the dead, so I kept it quiet. No one wants to see an eye instead of a piece of ice it their drinks, at least not until Halloween...
Friends came bearing flowers and drink. All pictures of Jake removed, all personal items such as toothbrushes and shaving cream were successfully gotten rid of. My boss (yes, he dropped by, drank, smoked pot and flirted with a friend of mine… but I´ll get back to this one later) even said “I´m glad I saw you laughing so much”.
There was no mention of the dead at all. Actually, each one of us has a recent break-up, so it was fun to just talk about sex, the Internet and our heritage. No Mexican blood apart from larges doses of tequila in any of us, but no one cares, anyway.
Jake, RIP!
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