And slainte! back at ya good women and men of BoK.

Here's one from Eire I always try to work into any festive gathering. Lately I began to imagine Bunk and Jimmy hoisting some Jamey in agreement, most probably with Roger and Paul if I may intermingle the fictional merrymakers:

" Let's toast your casket, which will be lovingly crafted from the wood of a hundred year-old oak, the seed for which we shall plant tomorrow."

Paul would be frustrated that he didn't write this down first no doubt.

I stumbled upon this site while snooping around for more — http://inspire.luquette.org/irish_blessings.htm

It's a part of the job, a tool of the trade for him. I'm not sure it has to turn out prematurely disasterous for him. I've worked in the hospitality industry for some time and there are many grades of functioning alcoholics at all levels of the corporate structure. Most of them will make it to their sixties like everyone else before things start to uncinematically come loose and stall out.
Don appears to handle all that alcohol pretty well and he doesn't seem to need a taste to quiet the shakes or such. The brews on the Saturday to build Sally's playhouse? hey Sheryl Crow likes a good in the morning and look how well she's done. He does seem to binge when he's depressed or stressed, but self-medication alone isn't necessarily a bad thing. Maybe the finality of the divorce and the new work setting will free him up emotionally and let him get back to padding those five pages of the uncompleted novel I know the poor bastard has hidden in some other drawer in some other place in that house.

He needs to take Suzanne to Pamplona, drink some wine and watch the bulls run; Papa Draper is scratching to get out.

And nothing against the rest of you fine folks but I think if I was stuck in an airport lounge waiting for a connection and those NorthWest pilots from a few years back were spoiling for a challenge, I'd hope Dark Peggy, gypsy and Fatphil were flying stand-by. We might stand a shot (or two, ha!) against those seasoned pro's

I think I remember him watching, as the Beats in Midge's Greenwich Village apartment smoked it, but I thought he passed, when the pot was offered to him.

[I'll need to re-watch my Season One DVDs]