The annual 4th of July 4th clothing optional Beach Party had gone off without a hitch. There was really nothing unusual to report as it could be summed up in “everyone showed up in the buff, ate, drank, played, sun bathed and then watched the fireworks go off.” It was a great time had by all and in the end it was significant only in that for another straight year it took place.
Now some time later the lazy and hot days of summer started to take place but it was not lazy in my cellar. I had been processing a new wine vintage and so it was necessary to taste test some of it. Because this part of my business is important to more than me, I took some of the taste testing work home with me. Tequila and Connie found that they rather enjoyed this part of the job. Pint as well.
So there I was facing and interesting scene in the mansion where my wives, me and Pint were all drinking the latest batch. All of us were stripped down to the skin and I must admit there is something alluring about a woman who is lounging on a couch naked with a glass of prime theology in her hand and the bottle in front of her. I must say that I found myself drinking in the sights of my two lovely brides as much as I was drinking in the new vintage.
I have said this many times that theology has the same effect on the human mind as alcohol. It can cause euphoria when taken in small doses but it can if taken too seriously lead to coma and death. Moderate amounts of theology are great as they lead to people being more sociable and being more self-confident. Drink to much of the stuff and you just become a pain in the ass theology drunk that can end up hurting yourself and others. That said my brews always have a special kick to them that is purely my own. People sometimes like it, sometimes they don’t.
In any case, the taste testing continued and I brought out a particular vintage at the end of the night that I had been saving for a while and so when we got to our nightly bedtime ritual I said there was going to be an exception that evening and we all headed to my room, uncorked the large bottle I had brought and then proceeded to toast our family with a glass. Then of course Tequila had a toast and then Connie and then just for good measure we poured another round to simulate Pint giving a toast. We even gave him his own glass. Needless to say after four glasses of the stuff for each of us we were shall I say a little tipsy.
I will not relate what happened the rest of that night other than when I woke up in the morning I had both my wives in bed with me. I was in the middle and there was one of them on each side of me. I had an arm around each of them and they were positioned in such a way that they were holding hands across my chest with their fingers interlocked. At the foot of the bed Pint was sleeping with a quiet doggie dream buzzing through his head. It was a good feeling in a good moment.
It is amazing what a bottle of theology and being with the ones you love can do. I haven’t felt this good in a long time. The wars with vampires were behind me. Maybe their were some more in the future but for right now I was joyful, recovered and back to the things I enjoy most – brewing theology, making love to my wives and embracing liberty.
Welcome to All Things Rabyd, your friendly neighborhood ‘clothing optional’ theology pub. I, the Rabyd Theologian and your bartender, thank you for stopping by. Please drink your theology responsibly or have a designated driver to get you home. Please tip your waitress and they might give you a kiss on the cheek. Just remember life is short so enjoy it. Blessings and Cheers!!!