and Tito tonight?

Enjoy!

I have tonic but no limoncello!

It’s wonderful!

Very reasonably priced.

Someday I would love to see the Isle of Skye where it’s made. I like my Drambuie on the rocks with a twist of lemon.

They drink this stuff in Texas, don't they? *hickup*

I’m wondering now if Jm Bowie drank Drambuie whilst eating Chop Suey.

Sorry! I’m just a bit stoned.🤪

Thank you!

I’m always grateful for drink suggestions.

I was recently given a bottle of Welsh single malt whisky. Haven’t cracked it yet.

I like drambui plain.

Nothing else even comes close. The perfect balance of smokiness and peatiness.

It’s sublime.

I didn’t know that Wales produced a single malt. I’ll have to look for a bottle.

I don’t like cats. Mrs. Aristus doesn’t like dogs. Our marital compromise was to have neither.

I was raised in a dog family. I love them. But I’ve made my sacrifice.

So it’s Smirnoff for me.
Really not helping with the anxiety though.

It’s very good, I think.

But I get the anxiety. Unemployment sucks. Hope things get better soon…

When my sister was out of high school, late 1960s, she and her friend started going to see a hypnotist with an act. I can't remember his name. They saw him in Cleveland, where we lived, a few times. They flew to Cincinnati at least once to see him. When my sister saw him in Cincinnati, she drank her first Rusty Nail, raved over how good they were. I've never yet had one. Maybe I should splurge

Treat yourself.

And once you’ve had one, let me know your thoughts.

graduates!). In honour of this major event, should I at least pretend to care about any of the athletic events taking place, or just enjoy the food, and drink, and women's studies events?

I can’t think of any variation of ball-and-other-apparatus endeavor that beats good food and good drink.

interest to me. Understand, I have no trouble with others' interest in such, so long as they ignore me in the process.

Professional football used to be eleven guys from the local meat-packing plant playing eleven guys from the local steel mill for five dollars a game and all the beer they could drink.

Now it’s basically which millionaire sustained which joint injury, and how many times did they interrupt play to break for commercial.

the absolute corruption in almost every sport. Colour me soooooo not interested!

It’s bedtime.

Good night!…

😴