Wine Toasts, as in Cheers! or Salute! ??
What are your favorites? Or ones you've come across in your life or travels? Not only the international toasts -- Nazdorovje, Skol, Cin-Cin -- but other *poetic* ones, like “Rose-lipped maidens, light-foot lads” in the movie “Out of Africa.”
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"Salud, Amor y Pesetas..... y el tiempo para gustarlos". I'm not sure it's perfectly correct (the word 'pesetas' could be subbed with 'dinero') or if native Spanish speakers would say it another way. Essentially it means "Health, Love & Money....... and the time to enjoy them!"
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How for the simple ones do we not have L'chayim (written in phoetic-ish)- means to life in hebrew
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My brother being a merchant marine, I have heard many a varied and nary a boring toast. My personal favorite, which he and my other brother the stand up comic bestowed was this:
"May your love endure the tests of time and weather.... (brief pause)... to Shackleton!"
Another favorite, and I don't quite recall why, is my husband's insistence on honoring semi-obscure battles. Occasionally, he'll raise a glass to Antietam.
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Amor y pesetas, y tiempo para gastarlas: Love and money and time to spend it. A polite version of, "Amor y pesetas y mujeres con grandes tetas".
Banzai, kampei, post my reply!
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I learned this from my father, who told me he'd first heard it, in Spanish, in South America in the 1960s. Some variation of the following:
Toast to the Four Hinges of Hell:
May you swear, steal, lie and drink.
When you swear, swear to be true to your friends.
When you steal, steal away from bad companions.
When you lie, lie in the arms of the one you love.
And when you drink, drink with me.
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I often use the German, "Prost". While this is usually associated with drinking beer, it is also used when drinking wine with friends.
BTW, thanks for mentioning the Out of Africa reference. Took me back to my Grade 10 English class where we memorized the A. E. Housman poem from which the quotation comes:
With rue my heart is laden
For golden friends I had,
For many a rose-lipt maiden
And many a lightfoot lad.By brooks too broad for leaping
The lightfoot boys are laid,
The rose-lipt girls are sleeping
In fields where roses fade. -
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