Wednesday, 14 November 2012
My co-workers were extremely generous with an LCBO wedding gift and that provided the opportunity to revisit one of these all-time faves. Cardhu was always the most challenging malt of the trinity and I felt like a challenge.
And the aroma, after all these years, was challenging. Strong, edgy caramel with a hint of sweetness that has doomed lesser malts. It's something that I might have walked away from if not for our intimate history. And moving forward with a sip, I was rewarded with that bold complexity I remembered from 10 years ago. It's a malted fire, fed by sea air. The salt isn't the gagging content of an Islay malt but a texture that highlights the malted alcohol. And then the alcohol blooms. The fire fills your mouth and then your nose and then all the way down to your belly. And then everything is fine. Just fine. Everything is cool. Ripping your pants in half at work is a faded memory, burned away by a glorious single malt.
The experience is just like I remembered. A fiery single malt that burns bright and mellows any storm. But it is pricey ($75) and can't command full marks.
An unforgettable fire. 4 shots!
One of my tasks was replacing the rad in one of the prototypes. I got the new rad out of the back room and pulled the rad out of the packaging and placed it to the side. Now, before I get to installing the rad, I need to get rid of this big box. I'll just bend at the knees and lift this box in a Health & Safety approved form.... and mid-squat my pants exploded.
The sound of 20 inches of fabric tearing alerted me to the wardrobe issue. The cool breeze on my intimates indicated the issue was quite serious. I looked down and shuddered. I now had convenient access to my junk courtesy of a brand new opening in my pants that went from belt buckle to just above my knee. Fantastic.
Luckily, I had a big box that would serve well to cover my exit from the shop to the office. Once I was back to my desk, I dropped the box, grabbed my jacket, and let the guys know there was an emergency at home and I'd be back in half an hour.
I seriously contemplated staying home. I played a few games of Call of Duty to chill but I did end up going back. I wasn't exactly crushing it from that point forward. Stupid pants.
Monday, 12 November 2012
Wednesday, 7 November 2012
Monday, 5 November 2012
Some of the pics from our trip.
Men setting up tent for the wedding:
Ben, driving the train. Alice and Jen on the lookout for any monsters:
Showdown at Omega Park:
“Holy shit! I’m gorgeous!”:
“Miss, can I see your park pass please?”:
View of the Ottawa River from our room:
Fireplace in the lobby:
Ben and Alice exploring Ben’s birthday present:
Sunday, 4 November 2012
And then we came home yesterday. And there's a week's worth of drama waiting for us at the door. Superb. Not going to provide details. Everybody is fine, the cats are fine, the house is fine but I felt like I got punched in the gut. If I'd kept my mouth shut, everything would be tickety boo but I felt so let down I had to pick up the phone. And things have escalated beyond my comprehension. Looks like my brother's family and I won't be speaking for the foreseeable future. It's one of those things that a simple apology would put right to bed but things went nuclear so fast that doesn't seem to be an option now.
Blah. Anyways, my facebook account is now deleted if anybody was wondering. And I'll probably be scaling back this blog to a bare minimum. Baby pictures will show up here but probably not too many opinion pieces. But what's life without a little drama eh?