a sake stream of conciousness

we grow, and we realize.we look in the mirror and it's fuzzy, but it makes sense somehow.at least tonight it does. at 25, i drink a lot of sake.at least twice a month i don my special pants--olive green, silk, asian embroidery--and spend an evening imbibing rice wine and raw fish.it's a ft. collins thing, but i have had sushi in 6 or 7 states and still get the same results....an intense protein buzz and warm sake glow....

why do people drink beer when they can drink sake? sake gives the most beautfiul feeling...it's warm and shocking and bitter and sweet and served in small white porcelain cups....

i just had sushi with friends.we all brainstormed to put the sake experience into words.it was hard. firewater...electric rice...protein enhancement..magic...solidarity..satisfaction..sex...the ceramic mirror...life in white cups...community...trendiness...lunacy. it wasn't the sake talking, it was us. discussions on life and sake with our waitress tanya.

drink sake with rasberry chamborg.see the light. see what makes you tick, what makes you whole, what makes you cozy enough inside to want to run barefoot across your dirty floors. you don't have to wear shoes when you drink sake. sake is natural like wooden floors.

sushi is popular. my roommate served it for 2 years.my boyfriend says i have an ego problem because i wonder why the girls next to us eating sushi and drinking sake are so dressed up. chris tells me to think of my pants...my sushi pants...sushi is expensive so that might be why we all dress up....

people of a similar spirit flock to the same places. i run into artists, co-workers, people from my favorite bluegrass band. we all belong.it isn't sushi...its soul. i love fish and rice. i love sake. sake makes me powerful. sake makes me love more. the elixir of life. drink and you will forever expand..the fan..suehiro...the sign of luck and prosperity. drink and you will flourish.