Oh what a night....
May. 12th, 2006 10:30 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
prince_ericSo.
Tonight, dinner at my sister-in-law's house (part housewarming, part celebrating the engagement of my wife's cousin). With dinner, three glasses of wine, one glass of champagne ("Champagne's from France! Who knew?"). After dinner -- three glasses of single-malt scotch (1 glass of Macallan 18 yo, 2 glasses of Ardbeg 12 yo.).
And I'm still up and functioning. Go me. (Able to make my way upstairs, collect daughter, walk over to our house, and put daughter in her bed upstairs without incident, and even pack the bag for swimming tomorrow, and catch up on LJ and RSS feeds.) But now the last of my bottle of Ardbeg is next door. Though, we did polish off the Macallan, and also the bottle of Bowmore unchillfiltered. And I refuse to pop open the Deanston that I brought back from the last trip to the UK at the moment.
(I guess that this is the one !peeve from $job[-1], the ability to consume massive quantities of alcohol, and continue to function quasi-normally. Otherwise, I'd have never made it, given that several pints o' beer were the norm at lunch. Just thinking on some of the various bits of drunken excesses and debauchery involved with that job makes my liver quake with repressed memories and fear....).
Tonight, dinner at my sister-in-law's house (part housewarming, part celebrating the engagement of my wife's cousin). With dinner, three glasses of wine, one glass of champagne ("Champagne's from France! Who knew?"). After dinner -- three glasses of single-malt scotch (1 glass of Macallan 18 yo, 2 glasses of Ardbeg 12 yo.).
And I'm still up and functioning. Go me. (Able to make my way upstairs, collect daughter, walk over to our house, and put daughter in her bed upstairs without incident, and even pack the bag for swimming tomorrow, and catch up on LJ and RSS feeds.) But now the last of my bottle of Ardbeg is next door. Though, we did polish off the Macallan, and also the bottle of Bowmore unchillfiltered. And I refuse to pop open the Deanston that I brought back from the last trip to the UK at the moment.
(I guess that this is the one !peeve from $job[-1], the ability to consume massive quantities of alcohol, and continue to function quasi-normally. Otherwise, I'd have never made it, given that several pints o' beer were the norm at lunch. Just thinking on some of the various bits of drunken excesses and debauchery involved with that job makes my liver quake with repressed memories and fear....).
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Date: 2006-05-13 04:04 am (UTC)