I was talked into attending a Celebrate the Macallan event with promises of hot hors d’oeuvres and free booze. Well, we certainly got free booze, along with a high-tech lecture on scotch and scotch-making, but there were no hot foods to be had. In fact, we got a little plate of cheese and crackers and grapes, but that was it. And with no dinner in my belly, man, did these drinks get me. In fact, a table next to our table dared to ask H/A if they could have our cheese. He hesitated for a moment, and I was going to tackle someone if he somehow said yes to them, but he came to his senses and said no. How dare you ask for someone else’s free cheese? It’s our free cheese!

I don’t know about you, but I can’t drink scotch. Even if it’s free. It burned my lips with every sip. Oye. And after drinking fancy expensive scotch (10, 12, 15, 17, and 18 year-old versions) we went to Wendy’s to eat real food. Man, a downtown Wendy’s on a friday night is crazy!