This morning, our paraplegic military veteran neighbor, who is perpetually mad at his neighbors and probably the rest of the world, was sitting inside his car within our closed garage, playing the hell out of a harmonica. The man has The Blues.
I sampled a number of new whiskies at an OC Scotch Club event in Fullerton. I hope to report on some of these in the near future, especially since I'm probably going to do a 180-degree reversal on a previously reviewed single malt. Which one could it be????
More importantly than all the booze stuff, it was great to spend some time with good people on a lovely evening.
I'll be talking this club up from time to time, if you're in the OC and like the amber spirits, you should stop by an event. It's very laid back and President Bob is a very swell dude.
I went to see Cosmopolis at its opening 2:30pm showing at a theatre one mile from my front door. I smuggled in a couple ounces of Powers Gold Label, because.
I'd just read DeLillo's novel a few months ago, so the whole thing was still fresh in my mind. Surprisingly, Cosmopolis fits easily into Cronenberg's oeuvre -- detached characters struggling within an alternate reality, compressed space, and portals portals portals everywhere. I'm not saying that the film was great (it was all telling, no showing; and DeLillo's dense dialogue can be burdensome to a film's actors and audience) but the subject matter is timely and I'm game for any Cronenberg flick. Plus the final scene actually achieved some level of emotion amongst the verbal histrionics.
Back home, at 5pm, I brought out the birthday whisky. A bottle of a 1978. As well as a 34-year-old dram. It was a grand two-hour slow whisky experience.
Kristen roasted a big chicken and baked a flourless chocolate cake. Yes. My wife.
I received many great gifts from my families. And, yes, there was a whiskey gift that damn near blew my mind. I didn't officially open it on Friday night because had I started it, I wouldn't remember a bloody thing the following day. It will be opened soon, though...
I put on a DVD of Orson's F for Fake. Kristen fell asleep.
We met my buddy Geoff near our old drinking grounds. We went to Stout, where I had a good burger with an Old Rasputin from the tap. Then we went to The Blue Boar Pub where I had glass of Highland Park 12, which keeps getting better every time I try it.
The main event was at Piano Bar. I've thrice previously mentioned Piano Bar on this blog. I'll say it again. IT'S AWESOME. Go there on Saturday or Sunday night to experience Brother Sal & The Devil May Care. I often make the fifty-minute drive to do it and I feel the loss during the months when I don't.
So we went, meeting up with my buddy Sean.
|Sean and I are twins|
I had some great reliable glasses of whiskey (Blanton's, Redbreast 12, and Buffalo Trace), but it's the blues-rock-honky-tonk-saloon-soul dynamite issuing forth from the stage that always alters the air and space around me.
We're still catching up on sleep and I'll be drying out for a couple of days, but it was grand. I have many great people, great experiences, and great things in my life. And I am thankful for all of them.