Dad and I share a bottle of wine. He lifts his glass.
‘Here’s to love, life and laughter. I’ll be true as long as you, but not a moment after.’
I laugh, lift my glass and alter a toast I’ve long since learned from him.
‘Here’s to whiskey, amber, pure and clear, not as sweet as a man’s lips, but a damn sight more sincere.’
Dad smiles accepting the challenge.
‘Here’s to San Francisco, that city by the sea, where a woman’s ass and a whiskey glass made a jackass out of me.’
Knowing I can’t beat his sass, I return to the heart of the matter, another toast I learnt from him.
‘Here’s to good blood and good health. You can’t have good health without good blood, so here’s to a bloody good health.’