We are heathens of a very high standard!
We don't bow our heads in prayer..
WE RAISE OUR GLASSES IN THANKS!
So show me a little of your gratitude with attitude, ladies and gentlemen.
Humbly submit your best toasts here!
Here's to you: Mr. Chanting Native American Guy. From Enigma to Metalica to Sting, you've made your voice heard in the most random songs of the last twenty years. I raise my glass to you and salute you. Keep doing what you do, sir. Keep doing what you do...
This was penned after a surprise Enigma song somehow made it through my cringe filter on Slacker Radio.
I did quite shamelessly have those "Here's To You" Bud Lite commercials * in mind at the time, though it was just the general concept, not set to tune.
I believe that toasts are the poetry of our current life. They are traditionally and historically present in all major events since recorded time, and are unto themselves a reflection of the very present they are recited within. Passed down and changed, each one tells a story of society at large during a very specific sliver of history.
You can judge a culture by the quality of it's toast.
It is probably one of the first rituals that predate religion.
Mankind's first meme,