It sounds kind of ominous, but today instead of holding meetings this afternoon, we spent the day touring “Edinburra” castle and taking in something called the “Scottish Whisky Experience”. Needless to say, it’s only 7 pm and I’m already drunk. I mean droonk.
This was “dinner”
One Highland, one Lowland, one Speyside, and one Islay. A four course meal! Of course the British gals at my table turned their noses up at their samples. Further reason to disdain them in my humble opinion. That and the fact that they sound like Mary friggin Poppins kind of kills the mood for me. God Bless American girls that aren’t above a little Whisky!
Anyway, I shouldn’t complain, they gave me there share of the Scotch. If only they were trying to get me drunk and take advantage of me. (Kidding! I kid! I’m a kidder!)
Any hoo, here I am at not quite 7 pm, flying high on a Whisky buzz, with nothing but a plate of Haggis and a few hours sitting in the hotel bar to entertain me. This can only mean one thing. Drunken tweets.
God have mercy on me! The check valve has been removed, post your questions, and I will do my best to respond before my cognitive skills make it impossible.
Woot! Woot! I effin luv Scotland!