Tonight, I had the Master’s Collection 2016 Brandy-cask bourbon of Woodford Reserve at the Whisky Library in downtown Portland. It was prreeetttyyy damn good. Oh, and for anyone who’s looking, they had Pappy there. It was $230 friggin dollars for a glass…obviously…which is why I did not partake…but it was pretty cool that they had it there. I hear that shit is overrated like a mofo…but it’s super exclusive, right? At that point, it’s not really the taste of the actual whisky that matters, it’s about WHO has it.
Which I, by the way, think is total bullshit. I’d much rather have a bourbon that I actually love the taste of, rather than what everyone is trying to get because it’s so rare. Why bend over backwards and spend a bunch of money to get something that you’re not even going to love the taste of. But…then again..what if I have Pappy some day and I actually love the taste of it? Then I’m fucked. Better to never taste it…
I spent the day mostly with the pups. I was going to get work done, which I did, but not that much. As expected, I did a fair amount of sleeping. It’s the traveling, you see. Wipes me out. So, I took the opportunity to take a nap, and take care of the pups. Liz was hanging out with her sister, who was babysitting.
But, I did get some work done, and I’m hoping to get some done tomorrow as well. Wish me luck.
We had dinner tonight at one of Julianne’s local haunts; this place called Lela’s Cafe that had legit pho. It was so good.
And now the rain is pitter-pattering on our roof and the pups are all snuggled into bed. Life is good.
Night, guys.