Twelve noon, the surprise party was a success. my cousin did not expect a thing. His smile was priceless.
I was surrounded by family, I could not help but feel relaxed in this home style sit-down restaurant.
Drinks and food cover the tables while the sound of laughter could solve my personal mental crisis.
Soon after the lunch was over, I felt renew and refreshed as if washed from the water of a font.
Flash forward two hours, I sit and wait on a windy beach waiting for the rest of our party to come.
Eventually more people show up and that is when the fun begins. Constant laughter surrounds the pit.
The fire was officially started, and the conversations and hearty laughter through the weather so glum.
I quickly became enveloped and surrounded by old roommates and good friends it felt like a perfect fit.
The heavy winds continued to blow sand, and embers all over the pit and the friends that surrounded it.
Hot-dogs and marshmallows fully cooked all over the circle, friends dancing and laughing I am at peace.
The colors of the sunset paint the sky bright, and the sun finally sets, the orange fire remaining lit.
I look at the time and see I am running late. I said my byes, as I took one last look at the beach feast.
Drive on PCH with glass covered with dust, after getting lost a few times, I finally found the back-lot.
I see the celebrant, my friend and sit at a table, make some small talk, and begin to sit patiently.
Soon more and more people leave, I drink with the classic idiom and mantra, "waste not, want not."
As I drove home, my thoughts are how lucky I am to know such great people, my seventh drink sobriety.
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