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I usually enjoy a single finger. And really, who doesn't? There's nothing obscene about it. One finger establishes thyself on the more prudent side of that fine line between class and crass. I have had more fun with single-finger action than I am willing to admit here. This is not to say of course that on occasion two fingers is not entirely acceptable.

Two fingers almost always means a good time - no matter what position you're in, but can be a little reckless in the wrong company. I'm not going to go so far as to suggest you ask permission, but you need to be able to read the situation. It can dramatically alter the mood, and quickly - both for better or for worse, so be prepared before you get in over your head.

Which brings me to the topic at hand - fisting; the granddaddy of all eyebrow raising endeavors. This technique has elevated some nations, and brought others to their knees. And not just on a national level, for what is a nation outside the collective nature of its individuals? If there's a fine line between class and crass, fisting is a thermonuclear blast which always levels the playing field, and I should know, because while I'm always conscious of the eventuality, I don't wear its desire around my neck like a gaudy lavalier.

But this past weekend, I got damn close.

A finger of Scotch just didn't do it for me, and I very nearly went "all in."
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And it's FAMILY DAY today! Yes, just myself, my wife, and our two children. What a relaxing day after all that driving and all that tryptophan, which really knocked me out early by the way. Well, maybe that and the Scotch, but I don't want to point any fingers.

Speaking of, I'll never buy an expensive bottle of Scotch again. I've found my ideal daily-drinker: McClelland's. They're pretty generic looking, with names such as, "Highlands," "Lowlands," "Islay" & "Speyside" to identify themselves, but at $21.99 a bottle (here in Anna), they're the best inexpensive Scotch I've ever had. Better than more expensive Scotch I've gotten on sale.

Anyway, so the boy and I are playing StarCraft today. Thing is, I'm playing on my Mac because Win7 renders it like this:


Win7



Win95/Win98/Win2000/ME/XP & OSX



Hope all of you are having as much fun as I am.
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I don't drink often, and I rarely drink alone, but when my wife is in the mood for a nip from the bottle, I like to have Scotch handy in which to join her. I find myself purchasing inexpensive bottles of single-malt for this type of consumption, as when I do drink, I enjoy a certain volume of the amber liquid, and I love Scotch. I have a bottle of Macallan 18 which retails for $165 a bottle (it was a gift), but I find myself never drinking it. Its too good to drink. And too expensive to replace.

So, I only share it with others.

And only other Scotch drinkers at that.

There's no use wasting Scotch of this caliber on those who don't appreciate it. So when I have Scotch-drinking guests over, out comes the bottle of Macallan 18 and I watch my guests enjoy a finger of truly great Scotch.

That alone makes the bottle worth having.



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Sat in front of my computer this morning, freshly showered and dressed with my first cup of coffee of the morning. Ah, bliss. The kids were at school and my wife is humming like Snow White while she picks up around the house from the morning rush to school Niobe, my aloof Bengal who doesn't care to be held chooses today, eight minutes after I put on a freshly dry-cleaned long sleeve black Polo, to jump in my lap and rub her entire body uncharacteristically against me.

What they say about cats is true.

I notice about 30 messages in my inbox. I love waking up to overnight lj comments. Only, these were comments to my Xanga account? I cross-post to Xanga for a handful of people, but I've never had this number of comments before. I wonder if I've been Theologian'd (The Xanga equivalent to the Slashdot Effect) but there's no comment about me, or my site. I Private Message the King of Xanga and explain what I thought had happened. He laughs heartedly and informs me I was FRONT PAGE today. Sure enough, there I was - top spot under "Featured Content." The workstation meme post, Personal Workspaces - A History. I couldn't believe it...more comments than I've ever had on a Xanga post. It was a crazy day.

Go me.

My wife was already asleep as I crawled into bed last night at 2200. I set my alarm, and pulled my glasses off. They came apart in my hand. They were six years old. A two-and a half hour lunch later, I have new glasses. [livejournal.com profile] drax0r picked them out. This unexpected expense took all the money my wife was saving for shopping with [livejournal.com profile] galinda822 during her visit :( But it could've been much worse. The frames are Nike brand titanium ($297) and the lenses are featherweight polycarbonate ($179) and that's what I was going to have to pay as our vision insurance is generally regarded as the industry's worst. During the eye-examination, however, they could only find me under a new plan tied to my health insurance. That was news to me, and ended up saving me $227.





Last night was a Cub Scouts Den Meeting. My son is part of a "Pack" and several "Packs" make up a "Den" (so they tell me), and though I'm usually bored off my mind, a confluence of events have conspired together to ease the pain of these events. [livejournal.com profile] texas_tangent was visiting Anna Fine Wine & Spirits and spied these gorgeous cigar flasks which were part of the Evan Williams Single Barrel Gift-Set. She commented on how she knew just who to give these to, and the proprietor who knows us explained that they couldn't sell those because they had adhesive on them and gave them to her. She presented me with one the following weekend. Yes, one side holds a cigar, and the other, Single Malt Scotch.

My Den Meetings are much more pleasant now.

Thanks, [livejournal.com profile] texas_tangent!





And lastly, I've decided the reason I can't get Leopard to install and/or not crash once installed on teh max0r is because the CPU is overclocked. I was going to have a neighbor solder the contacts for me, but wife JUST walked out here with some extremely high-gauge coated ornament wire. I'm going to strip that and shunt the circuit myself. Leopard, here I come!






Happy Birthday
[livejournal.com profile] leonardii!


Me and Mine look forward to seeing You and Yours Saturday!
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"We frequently hear of people dying from too much drinking. That this happens is a matter of record. But the blame is always placed on whisky. Why this should be I never could understand. You can die from drinking too much of anything; coffee, water, milk, soft drinks and all such stuff as that. And so as long as the presence of death lurks with anyone who goes through the simple act of swallowing. I will make mine [Scotch] whisky."
-- W.C. Fields


I have two visitors coming over the next couple of months, and I'm very excited to see them both. Though both are able to co-exist collectively (we all did fine in Saint Louis) separately one requires much more attention (at least in preparation) than the other, and the activities I'm trying to plan vary wildly on opposite sides of the pendulum.

Both will require transportation from the airport. As these people are unaware of Dallas traffic, they'll both likely be screaming in the passenger seat of my car (think [livejournal.com profile] danzigfried's first visit). I drive as if I were piloting the Knight Bus in Harry Potter and the Prisoner of Azkaban and traffic in the Metroplex is equally as forgiving. That being said, when one visitor arrives she has no requirements outside of transportation from said terminal to our domicile. As it will be later in the evening, her transportation is already set. I see no problems or issues arising from it. The other, however, requires the the vehicle be at exactly 71-degrees and that a measure of single-malt Scotch be awaiting him in the passenger cabin upon his entrance into the vehicle. Though with my first guest there will be much chattering and catching up during the half-hour drive, my other guest prefers silence until exactly 15-minutes into my drive. He's very precise, you see. Needs his time to "unwind."

While both guests and I have plenty of catching up to do, the care and feeding of one is going to be much more simplistic than the other. Both will be sleeping in the kids room's during their visit, but one demands 600-thread count Egyptian Cotton sheets. Our first breakfast will be lots of fun for both visitors, and though the menu of one visitor is not set, she'll no doubt enjoy whatever morning feast we serve, while the other requires a single slice of dry rye toast, and a single egg over-easy and 8-ounces of coffee at exactly 112-degrees Fahrenheit.

Even though I haven't seen either of these visitors in several months, it will be like we were never apart once they arrive. I am notorious for picking right up where we left off and having a really good time. That is, once I get the list of pre-approved conversations from my more *ahem* structured guest. My wife has events planned and sites to see with our first visitor - I'll be lucky to be able to tag along a couple of days into the visit. The other guest is bringing his own agenda. I'm waiting in eager anticipation to see if I'll be asked to accompany him.

With our first visitor, my wife has picked up a couple of bottles of wine and fun things like "chocolate tequila." She is so much fun and so easy-going I anticipate a great time all around. My other visitor is like Madam Maxine's flying horses from Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire - he only drinks single-malt whisky, so I've been feverishly stockpiling Scotch. No matter how much I have, I'm afraid it won't be enough. He requires a dram an hour. You've heard of a mean drunk? My second visitor only gets angry if he doesn't drink!

I'm very excited to see both my friends.

We're hosting a large block-party for the first visitor - she already engages in conversation with the locals of Anna, and I have people coming from all over the Metroplex to meet her. My other friend, well, not only are his arrival dates and times kept until the most strict of confidences, I've agreed we're not to leave the house except under the cover of darkness, and to avoid as much human contact as possible. He's written a backstory I've memorized to explain his presence here in Texas.

Either way, how much fun can a person have?

I rock.



Who loves ya?
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While in D.C. last summer visiting [livejournal.com profile] photogoot we ran across a store which carried some very fine Scotch Whisky's. And by "fine" I mean bottles which were over 30-years old and ran into the four digit price range. That's why I was surprised when I found a bottle of Tomintoul which had been maturing in a cask since 1966 for only $337.

I asked the owner why it was so inexpensive. He explained that since scotch whisky which has sat so long loses a lot of its strength, they usually end up selling that to blenders - like Johnny Walker. That's where this batch was headed. When it got to the importer in Houston, he tried it - and found that once he put a little water in it, it was fantastic! Yes, they're selling this bottle at "Cask Strength" (which, according to my research puts it at between 50 and 60 percent (100-120 proof).

They also had a 30-year Glenlivit for only $175. Had it been Glenfiddich I don't know that I would have been able to resist. My wife even asked me, "Are you going to buy it? You know it won't be here long."

*sigh*

No, I didn't get it.




And today, I've completed my set of BSG die-cast ships which adorn my office with these last two I found today in Azle:



One is an "Elite" Mark-II, the other, a retro painted Mark-VII. I now have them all. That is...until they release something new.
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I've returned from DC, once again with a tale to tell. The last time I was here, I was afforded a stay at the monumental Washington Hilton, where President Ronald Reagan was shot in an attempted assassination. This time, I was not afforded such affluence, ending up in the hotel in which crack-smoking Mayor Marion Barry was arrested with a prostitute in the very seedy hood of South Capitol. The KFC/Taco Bell establishment next door had a counter completely surrounded by bullet-proof glass, and food was served through a similarly configured safety box. Most unsettling. And unlike most cities where the North/South, East/West demarcation lines are other, usually primary roadway, this street was divided by the Capitol itself, a logistical nightmare to navigate. Next time, I'm staying at the George, across the street from the Hall of the States, where I worked. The good news was that I saved myself a four-hour round trip to the VP's house in Mclean, but Friday was no wash either as I was there much later than I had anticipated.

I had mentioned to [livejournal.com profile] photogoot that not only was I planning on doing very little over the weekend, I also reminded him that I didn't expect him to entertain me 24 hours a day while I was there. It turns out he took my request to heart and ignored me Friday and Saturday, spending most of his day napping in front of the television. But seriously, we had dinner at a Tex-Mex & Authentic Spanish restaurant which was quite nice, replete with the left-over Asian wall art of the Chinese Take-Out place it replaced six months ago. The place was packed. Later, we shopped for Scotch. We visited the same friendly Indian gentlemen from my first visit there and found a Dalmore Cigar Malt. I've been wanting to try the Dalmore, but I'd never before seen the Cigar Malt variant. Though it struck me as gimmicky, it had quite the bold and unique taste, and yes, we had it with an Arturo Fuente. However, since this was an unknown variable, so [livejournal.com profile] photogoot chose to also purchase a Glendfiddich. How very awesome of him! I'd wanted to try the Glenfiddich 15-year (Solera Reserve) recommended by [livejournal.com profile] bsdcat, alas, they did not carry it.

During our extended lounging period at the house, and for reasons I cannot recall, I chose to change the colors on my site. The current scheme was initially created to emulate a VT100 green terminal console. That's why, when it came time to create the links color, I chose amber, the only other VT100 terminal color. I don't remember why (and it was no doubt due to [livejournal.com profile] photogoot's persistence) I swapped my colors, creating an amber site with green links. No one liked it.



At one point Friday, I was trying to download drivers from Sprint's web page. I couldn't find any. Perplexed, I made a few calls. Four of them in fact, all to Sprint. And was transferred no less than six times. Most of the people I spoke to didn't know what a device driver was. I explained, "You sell equipment which requires operating system drivers in order for them to work. There is no link to these drivers on your page." Finally, I reached a salesman who gave me the following link: http://sprint.com/downloads. "Thank you," I began." "This solves all of my issues but one. Why do you not link them to Sprint's webpage?"
"I don't know." He responded.

Sunday we took a drive out to Solomon Island where we didn't just talk the talk, we walked the walk. It was the perfect end to a perfect visit. Thank you.


[livejournal.com profile] photogoot

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I miss playing 12-hour overnight games of Starcraft in the NOC 4-days a week with [livejournal.com profile] unixwolf and [livejournal.com profile] leonardii. Those were good times. I miss playing Diablo II with [livejournal.com profile] drax0r in Mass and the many weekends of SMACKDOWN LAN parties afterwards in Texas. I miss playing Dungeon Siege with [livejournal.com profile] danzigfried every night for 14-months after hours in Wichita. I miss playing Star Trek: Elite Force with [livejournal.com profile] celtmanx and [livejournal.com profile] drax0r until the middle of the night on the weekends, even though [livejournal.com profile] drax0r would kick our asses. Odd, since I don't consider myself a gamer. But give me a good RPG and a couple of guys, and I'm up all night. I don't enjoy single-player games, and I don't like playing online, even against people I know. I like a LAN game, usually cooporative, where you and your friends can get caught up in the excitement and share in the exhilaration of victory and the sorrows of defeat. I enjoy being a Warrior, taking (or sharing) lead with another tank while my trusty Rangers begin bombarding my prey before I even lay a hit. I like sharing my gold and outfitting myself and my counterparts with magical items that assist in more powerful blows and more substantial armor. I share my health potions freely and love it when someone wants to play the mage - simultaneously protecting the entire group with spells and casting healing on players which need it most. You really don't know a person until you've gone into combat with them. A simpler time.






Rec'd my two soundtracks today. Oscar by Elmer Bernstein, and Gorky Park by James Horner. I've never heard a better rendition of Largo Al Factotum (from The Barber Of Seville) than this one, and now I know why - it was conducted by Mr. Bernstein himself!




As CLI is much faster than GUI over VNC, I learned how to mount .dmg images on teh max0r, which makes installing new applications quick and pain free:

hdiutil attach [filename].dmg

From there its a straight recursive copy into your /Applications folder.I was looking for an OSX lj client which could import Semagic's .slj file if I started a post at work on my XP box and wanted to finish it up at home.




Wife had a conversation with the contractor for the roof the other day. That marks the third time he's been over. He starts work next week. The insurance check more than covers the work, even it it runs over. The successful completion of this project will make the wife happy. We saved some money by doing all our own inside painting. I had him provide a second quote to paint the whole exterior of the house. And for an additional $600, put siding on just the front of the house to increase its curb appeal for future sell value.




It's midnight and I'm still at work. We're halfway through the Blackberry server upgrade which will allow us to automatically send the DST patch to all the devices. Running on the old application, it would have required my staff touch each and every device...by next Sunday. And because this is the corporate headquarters, the client is always traveling. We did the upgrade tonight because the power is going down Saturday morning. I'm shutting down all my servers at 0530 for the weekend work. I'm also a week behind now because of the virus on my DST patching plan. I'm trying to play catch-up before I get thrown to the wolves, and I'm running out of time. I also have paperwork to do from rebooting and patching my production servers this past week during the virus battle, but our online repository database is also down this weekend. I plan to sleep sometime between 0600 and 2100 today.



Slept seven hours from 0600-1300; then went to Barnes & Borders and picked up the Original Cast recording of The Man of La Mancha. The I finished my Balvenie 12-year Double Wood Scotch. Its much nicer than Sheep Dip, and I update my scotch review to reflect. I'm unsure, based on this week's activities that I'll be able to go to bed at a decent hour. That being said, I'm going to dust off my Dungeon Siege Strategy Guide and game tonight.
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My eyes are burning. I'm tired at the end of a busy day, doing mostly mundane things, but things which needed to be done. All that nonsense is behind me now and perhaps tomorrow I can do nothing at all - my usual weekend goal.

When I awoke this morning I turned to my wife and said, "I haven't made burgers in a good long time." That was all it took - after breakfast I packed up the kids to buy 2-lbs of fresh ground sirloin. In between I filled up with gas, washed the car, bought a log of scooby-snack, and two boomerangs for the children we later threw around the park before I dropped them off at their friend's house. With the children gone my wife and I moved & assembled the rest of their bedroom in the basement (where they've been sleeping on just their mattresses since the tree fell through the root) and then tended to the vehicles getting them ready for this next week. Once I was cleaned up, I began the careful selection of ingredients which were to be mixed into the sirloin, lit the grill, and seared the perfectly-formed patties with a good side of smoke, basting mine in Tabasco's Chipotle sauce. With the sliced onion, tomatoes & sharp cheddar cheese on the toasted buns & the burgers fresh off the grill, they were, in a word, perfect. You can't buy burgers like that. The children arrived with three other neighborhood friends so I grilled them up two packages of dogs which were quickly devoured.

Afterwards, I hit PX Liquors where I bought another bottle of Isle of Jura (which the wife enjoys) and a bottle of Sheep Dip, an 8-year-old bottle of scotch which came recommended due to its 'unique' flavor. I'm all about unique. I will shortly update my spreadsheet and edit my previous entry with my findings. Fixed my neighbor's printer between glasses of scotch, read to the children, and put them to bed.

Worked tirelessly on my "Best of 2006" soundtrack CD - adding one of the few title tracks on there, "Long, Long Time Ago" from Pan's Labyrinth which I rec'd in the mail today, deleting one track, and replacing one with another from Casino Royale. I also chose to add a track from the DVD Done The Impossible which wasn't even a released documentary, but did have an accompanying soundtrack. I also decided to add Track 17 "Prelude to War" from Battlestar Galactica Season Two. All this and I'm still only 45 minutes into my 80-minute compilation. I've been working on this for months, re-listening to some scores with a very critical ear. Its exhausting, and I love every minute of it.

I turn into a pumpkin at midnight.
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Name Age Body Peatiness Palate Rating Repeat purchase
Balvenie 10 Kinda rough No peat Strong flavor *** Probably
Balvenie 12 Smooth enough Very mild peat Medium flavor ** Probably
Balvenie 15 Very smooth Light peat Medium flavor *** Probably
Dalmore Cigar Malt 15 Smooth Stronger peat Strong flavor *** Yes
Glenfarclas 10 Kinda rough No peat Light flavor * No
Glenfiddich 12 Smooth enough Light peat Medium flavor **** Definitely
Glenfiddich 15 Smoother No peat Medium flavor *** I prefer the 12
Glenfiddich 18 Smooth Medium peat Medium flavor **** Yes
Glenlivet 12 Smooth enough No peat Medium flavor ** Possibly
Glenmorangie (Madeira Wood) 12 Smooth Light peat Strong flavor
Glenmorangie (Rare Malt) 15 Smooth Great peat Strong flavor ***** Yes
Glen Parker ?? Kinda rough Hint of peat Medium flavor * (See below)
Isle of Jura 10 Smooth enough No peat Strong flavor **** Have Already
Macallan 12 Smooth No peat Light flavor *** Yes
Macallan 18 Very smooth No peat Light flavor *** Unlikely
Sheep Dip 8 Kinda rough No peat Medium flavor ** No
Tomatin 12 Smoothish No peat Meek flavor * No





What I enjoy most about scotch is the peat. As Jim, manager of PX Liquors in Saint Louis intoned, I like to 'chew the peat.' Unfortunately, quite a few of my selections were low on the peat-scale. Still, with a strong enough flavor (Isle of Jura)1 or a rougher body (Balvenie 10)2 I've found that I can drink my way past the peat. Considerable time & expense have gone into the above study, and it was a joy each and every step of the way. I'm still short a couple I would have liked to have added, namely, a scotch I hear they don't make any more I tried back in '02 (Bowmore Darkest 12-year) introduced to me by Mr. Green of Wichita, and (Oban 14-year) which PX Liquors has for $58 a bottle. At the prices I've found recently, and with my wife's affection for the Isle of Jura, I think I'll exhaust that supply first. But I'm still searching for that peaty bottle of scotch...


1Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] lehah for suggesting the Isle of Jura.
2Special thanks to [livejournal.com profile] catttitude for the Balvenie.



Added Sheep Dip to the list. It's only an 8-year-old scotch and was mentioned to me twice, once by the proprietor of PX Liquors, and a follow up by [livejournal.com profile] danzigfried. It was $27 dollars a bottle, three dollars more than the Isle of Jura which my wife now also drinks. Betwix the two, my money's on the Isle scotch, though I'll give this one it's due: It is unique.

Added Dalmore Cigar Scotch. It's between 15-25 years old, and cured in in casks used previously to mature Oloroso sherry. According to reviews, "The additional dose of sherry adds to the whisky's already full body. It is a fabulously flavorful whisky that inexplicably costs in the mid-$20s." The bottle we picked up was $31.99, and it was wonderful.



Added Glenmorangie, Tomatin and GlenParker to the list. Of these, two bottles are ~$20. The Glenmorangie (12-year Port Wood Finish) was $64, and the clear leader in enjoyment. The latter two were rather horrific, but the GlenParker at least had a hint of peat, where the Tomatin did not. If I'm ever flat-broke, I'll buy another bottle of the GlenParker (which, incedently is how I ended up with this one), as it is reminiscent of a poor man's Glenfiddich. Have purchased three more bottle of Isle of Jura however, as that is my wife's favorite, and it always pleases the palette. Every time I'm in the store, I see the Cigar Malt, and memories of D.C. fill my head - what good times, and what good scotch!




Saving up Scotch for my next visit with [livejournal.com profile] photogoot turned out to be at The Party of the Decade! We sampled for the first time the Macallan 12, and the Glenfiddich 18. Both of them very nice, but not quite what I look for in a Scotch. Prior to the party, however, I cracked open a bottle of Glenmorangie 15 Rare Malt (which I've since discovered they've stopped making). Ashame really, at $70 a bottle, my new favorite! (I've highlighted it in the matrix above). I did, however, learn of The Peat Monster from [livejournal.com profile] photogoot upon his arrival back to D.C. MUST try that one. The party was a lot of fun, and I got to share a lot of good Scotch with people who appreciated it.
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[livejournal.com profile] photogoot arrived safely and contacted me at the conclusion of his first day. I drove to his hotel in order to hit the town for an evening of fun!

Saint Louis has recently made news by being identified as the "Most Dangerous U.S. City." While this concerned me after relocating my wife and children here from Texas, [livejournal.com profile] galinda822, a native of this area, has always assured me that the violent crime occurs only in Saint Louis proper - the downtown area and not the suburbs in which we reside. photogoot's hotel was smack-dab in the middle of Saint Louis proper - downtown, and it was dark. Thus began our search for food...

We initially attempted to leave via the front entrance. We were accosted almost immediately. We decided to go the opposite direction, but were stopped again by someone else. I looked past this person and could see every last one of them; lined up all the way down the street at 25 foot intervals. There was no way we were going to make it through the gauntlet unmolested. We re-entered the hotel, and slipped out the back entrance...only to be stopped again. With no other exits, and no other options, we ended up the sole diners in the very fancy Bistro restaurant within the hotel. After we placed our order, photogoot and I each had a single glass of Macallan 18-year scotch...more on this below.



I used to have the big house and the nice car...and six-figure debt. These days, I strive for something I've always heard about (but honestly never really understood) living beneath my means. It took my wife and I awhile, but with hard work, discipline, and some deft maneuvering, we managed to become debt-free. We no longer live paycheck-to-paycheck, but it takes a lot of effort and planning and most of this burden falls on my wife's shoulders. We rarely deny ourselves anything - the difference is, we wait for it. We plan for it. We save for it. Once you're free of debt, you look at the world through different eyes. You no longer care about how low a payment is, you want to know its cost. Cash is king and a very powerful tool in negotiations. I negotiate everything. I wait. And I mean to tell you, I'm a very patient man.

I'll admit to being somewhat of a snob where some things are concerned. Clothing, for example. Years ago I discovered that a $75 shirt will last me approximately 8 years, whereas one from Wal-Mart will last me about 8 months. The trick is to wait until that $75 shirt is on sale for about the cost of the Wal-Mart shirt. Its a win-win. Let's take my scotch - I always compare price vs. performance with everything, and my scotch is no different. Recently, you all have read how I managed to find a bottle suggested by [livejournal.com profile] lehah for a mere $25 (pictured above). He confirmed with me today that that same bottle normally sells for $42. By Grapthar's Hammer...what a savings.

Disclosure: "If you know my wife, please refrain from passing this next part on to her. Thank you."

So with all I've said about how and when I choose to spend money, and making the careful decisions, while my wife wouldn't bat an eye at me bringing home a $50 bottle of scotch, I shudder to think of her reaction were she ever to find out that the hotel...

charged me $50 for that single glass!
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Concerning Tea
Wife and I left her parents house sans kids by 0900 and hit the post office to pick up a giant package my parents had sent the children. From there we had a cup of Amaretto Roobios at the local tea shop and purchased $30 of loose tea. We then stopped by Borders where I picked up a book for [livejournal.com profile] galinda822 and bought myself Concrete Blonde's Mojave. Visited a model home in a new sub-division my wife found when she was here in October - We'll be able to afford it according to my wife's 5-year plan, but it was at least as roomy as our house in Texas. Sounds good to me. On to Wal-Mart! We'd been so looking forward to visiting a real, Super Wal-Mart, but as it turned out, we ended up spending about $25 on some socks and deoderant and were in and out within half an hour. Sometimes, you can't go back home.



Meeting Go Granny Go
Met Go Granny Go and her husband for lunch at Spangles. It was a delightful meeting - Go Granny Go is so outgoing and engaging! We discussed timely topics, such as ProfessorTom and where to find good french fries in Wichita. As is usual for these types of meetings, there was way too much to cover in such a short period of time, but we did discover that they live approximately 200 feet from my in-laws. How funny is that? And of all the luck, they're heading to Texas Thursday. Safe driving Granny! She's always on the Go! Read Granny's account of our meeting here...



Concerning Wine
After lunch we visited "Under the Cork," the front-end sales to Smokey Hill Winery where I discovered my new favorite red, 'Simply Red.' If any of you recall, this is where I found the Eiswein last year, and who's master wine maker had been killed earlier that year as well, that tidbit is only important because they recently discovered a handful of bottles of port, with nothing more than '815' marked on the bottle. Apparently, they're fantastic. They had them tested to determine the ingredients, but are unable to reproduce it. They were selling for $72 each, and I must admit, I was tempted. After the tasting (oh no, the port was NOT included in that event) we ended up with three bottles of the red, a bottle of Christmas white (complete with mulling kit), another bottle of Spatelese, and a set of four etched wine glasses. Furthermore, we discovered they deliver to Missouri ;)

Concerning Cigars
Saw Nabil at Old Town Cigars; wife bought a box of Cojimar Sage when she found out they're no longer in production, and I purchased a single La Gloria Cubana 8x52 which I smoked at the River City Brewery across the street while downing two pints of a very peatty 8% Scottish Ale which they've dubbed 'Fat Bastard.' (Yes, it was fantastic.) When we were checking out at the cigar store, I asked Nabil if he remembered the cigar he gave me at the birth of my daughter. He did, and upon discovering I smoked it when she turned one, asked how it was. I was truthful - The Best Cigar I had Ever Smoked. It was a 1993 La Gloria Cubana: 10-years old when I smoked it. (While this is mostly a true statement, I did buy a gorgeous box of 12-year old Temple Halls once from J.R. Cigar while I was stationed in Korea. Those were really too good to talk about.)

Concerning Scotch
While we were out, I picked up a 10-year old bottle of Glenfarclas Scotch. As I'm not overly familiar with too many brands of Scotch yet, and I wasn't looking to drop a fortune on a bottle, I played ophthalmologist-patient with the very knowledgeable imported beer dude at my new favorite liquor store: "which do you like better, A or B? Now C or D?" We settled on a preference for Single Highland Malt. Which reminds me, I did get a most delectable sample-pack of what I consider my favorite to date, The Balvenie at a truck stop of all places on the drive down! It included one 10-year, one 12-year, and one 15-year. So far I'm halfway through the 10-year, and I love it. I only hope I'm not disappointed in the Glenfarclas, else I'll probably never buy anything else and just stick to The Balvenie. Its the only Scotch that makes me really, really, happy. I owe my renewed interest in Scotch to [livejournal.com profile] photogoot and for that will be forever grateful. To further drive this point home, I'm saving the 12 & 15-year for his January visit.



The Canon
Stopped at Best Buy to touch, for the first time, the Canon S3 IS after all the research this past month. $545 out the door which would have included the double-speed 2GB SD card, 4 NimH batteries & charger, and tax. My wife suggested I just go ahead and get it. I think she was drunk from all the wine tasting and that pint of Fat Bastard. But seriously, now that she's seen it, and I was able to answer all her questions about it (I didn't notice this at the time, but she told me later that as I was answering her questions about the differences in it versus the SLR, last minute shoppers had surrounded me and gotten quiet so they could listen too) I think I'll just save for that. And even though its more expensive at Best Buy, I try to purchase all my high-dollar electronics there for the 4-year replacement policy.

Concerning Egg Nog
10-hours of sleep later, I took my father-in-law and children out of the house for the day to allow my wife and her mother uninterrupted access to the kitchen in preparation of Crimbo. We went to McDonalds for breakfast and played on the indoor equipment for an hour, visited my father-in-law's brother & his children & grandchildren for an hour, stopped by the grandparents for an hour, played in the park for an hour, and spent
another hour dropping off gifts and grocery shopping on the way home. I grilled some perfect steaks for dinner and we dined like kings. My mother-in-law made a custard pie for her husband's birthday, then all six of us piled into the car to see the Xmas lights. When we returned I spiked my egg nog with the only thing alcoholic I had in the house - my scotch. Turned out to be the best egg nog I've ever had.

Christmas Day
My father-in-law built a fire out by the garage and we stood around it in fingerless gloves singing doo-wop like homeless people waiting for guests to arrive. The meal was expansive, and it was nice seeing everyone again. My mother sent two Power Rangers (the new series 'Overdrive' expected to hit U.S. television in February is about teen civil engineers of all things) for a total of three my son rec'd and two Transformers. My mother-in-law bought the largest one I've ever seen, Cybertron Primus who transforms into an entire planet. Most all of the larger toys, this one has three modes, one of them being 'battle mode.' I tell you, it looked just like the Reaver ship from the opening sequence of Serenity. Anyway, I was playing with it, flying it around attacking my son's Decepticon's, when much to my surprise, my wife pops out with, "Cool, it reminds me of Firefly." *grin* I love my geek-woman. Lori and I made out with $150 combined cash, and my daughter ended up with two Polly Pocket sets from my mom, hand crocheted blanket using four colors my daughter picked out, and a submersible, swimming mermaid from my mother-in-law. And that's just the big stuff...they've got enough new toys to last them at least a fiscal quarter, and there's more toys they haven't seen yet back home that [livejournal.com profile] galinda822 placed under the tree after we left. I think I'm going to save for that S3.




This entry brought to you via the 26.4 kbps dial-up connection free with my home DSL account. Thanks to [livejournal.com profile] drax0r for finding me a number. I assure you, it was all I could not to not swallow my tongue getting these few pics up. I look forward to catching up with all of you online when I return.

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