laphroaig owns me.
 

in chicago at a hotel with a reasonably decent bar.

there is some jazz woman here. they say she's popular. i say she covers celine dion and bolton and therefore is barely drunken mediocrity.

martini

beer

scotch

but the scotch was the smoky, peaty wallop that is laphoaig.

see when I first was introduced to scotch by a former boss, he told me to try something easy and indicated that laphroaig was a little more advanced. well since I had some time and the bar had some laph 10, I figured wtf, i'll get a couple fingers neat.

well it's no macallan. it's more like scotch that's been in a wildfire. tasty in its own right but after a glass I feel like I've had a cigar. strange.

splitime should have prevented this but did not.

ps how awesome is it that flippin through the hotel TV channels yeilds the movie House Party 2 and their Pajama Jammy Jam?

mmmm... scotch!

scotchy scotch scotch..

Im not even mad I'm amazed!

Make sure to stop by the Laborghini dealer... they always have interesting stuff over there. Last time my GF was up there, they had a Veyron just chillin' in the window.

Whats that braineack......You pooped in the refrigerator and ate an entire wheel of cheese.

BTW, FireinDC's avatar....best ending of a movie evar!

no hangover = win. i need some muthafuckin BRUNCH