big moment

so i am reading mark halliday's poetry, which is quite intriguing and interesting because i love how he discreetly sneaks in the conversational "like" in his poetry--it gives an awesome tone.
so i'm reading a poem about wine and cheese and cheating husbands and poetry readings, nibbling on my ham and cracker concoction because my bread is probably old and i need something salty to soothe my throat.
so i'm reading these poems, i finish chewing and swallowing my ham-and-cracker, and with my mouth closed, i feel a wave pushing up my sternum, where it usually stops right before the collar bone. but no, it keeps going. this wave thrusts up my sternum, passed my collar bone, through my scratchy, sore, red-streaked throat, and then....magic.
I BURPED.
i tasted the hammy vomit taste, actually felt the noise like when a dog stretches and yawns and you hear that rattly noise that almost sounds like it should end with a question mark.
i tasted the hammy vomit-burp and it was fantastic.
it may seem completely strange to you, but you don't understand. i don't Burp. ever. i can remember on maybe 3 or 4 occasions where a Burp has popped out mid-conversation, and in stead of apologizing to my fellow conversationalist, i smiled victoriously, saying, "did you hear that?! i Burped! i never Burp!"
so this is a big moment for me. i Burped while eating ham and crackers, reading funny poetry, sitting in my poet's chair by the window in my apartment. the chair looks like one you'd find in a professor's office, with the professor smoking a pipe, reading a book of poetry, eating cubes of cheese and drinking a glass of wine. but the chair is (until the lease is up) partly mine, and while reading poetry, eating ham and crackers, enjoying the sunlight creeping through the strips of opened blinds, i Burped. and it was marvelous.