33. A number that is not unimportant to the freemasons and Illuminati. Now, before you get visions of all kinds of DaVinci Code crap, I don’t really know anything about that.
Today, I thought I would find time to be all sophisticated and try some nice samples of obscure drams or things that meant something to me. Of course, life/faith/insert-random-deity had different things in store for me and I ended up inviting my entire family-in-law. They’re close and they share my love of booze.
This is what we had:
Nothing too crazy. At to that we went to Wullie’s Hielander yesterday for a bazillion calorie dinner which still has me recovering… I had some terrific whiskies there too, and a couple of beers.
My wife got me a new bag for carrying my stuff to and from work, which is great since the old one had me look like a bum, and she and Ot decorated a nice ‘crown’ to wear for bits of today. All in all it was a great day, albeit somewhat different from what I had imagined beforehand.
So, Highland Park’s Sigurd will have to wait till tomorrow.
