Ahhhh Baseball, Welcome Back My Friend

We're very fortunate to have a friend that has season tickets to the Angels and he quite often calls to offer me his seats. Yesterday he called and asked if I'd like to join him for opening day. Kickass It's the first home opener I've ever got to attend. Man, you can't beat California in April (82 @ game time, of course that'll be 98 in the summer months), at your team's season opener, several beers in hand.

I've Found Nirvana

M, who by the way is the greatest g/f like...evah, bought me a bottle of 16 year old Lagavulin the other day while she was out shopping. Now I've had a ton of single malt, covering the gamut from cheap-ass rotgut to stuff that generally tops out @ around $50 a bottle. This stuff however, is on another planet. I love Laphroaig, but this stuff is like that, only on roids.

Immediately after opening the bottle and just sniffing the cork you get a heavy sense of the smoke and the peat that you're about to be treated to. Pouring it into the rocks glass and getting your nose in there only increases that sensation. And sipping it, good gravy. It is the best single malt I've ever had. It's like...drinking a BBQ done over oak and moss. But rather than being harsh, it's as smooth as fresh pressed silk. I'll never be able to write reviews, cause obviously my vernacular sucks. Suffice it to say, this shit rules. Red, not that you read this anymore, but you were right. This is fantastic.

And if you ever saw someone put ice in it, you should immediately scorn them. Then punch them in the mouth.

35 Miles Of Hell

I am not smart sometimes.

Now, I realize that to some of you that have been reading this drivel for a while, that's hardly a newsflash. Yet I constantly find ways to amaze myself w/ my stunning retardation. You see, Saturday M and I had a really wonderful day together. We hung out, did some gardening together (I know, what a romantic) and had a really great dinner. The bad part? Sunday. And this is where it gets funny/stupid.

I hadn't had a drink since Tuesday (life insurance medical test on Sat morning) so by Saturday I was ready to...have a couple of beers. Which I did. Then we had some two bottles of wine with/after dinner. Which was absolutely kickass by the way. Fillet Mignon on the grill with some mushrooms, green beans and garlic marinated in some Italian dressing...also grilled. Mmmm...tasty.

So, to recap, I had a relatively high BAC by the time I hit the rack @ 12. Which was tremendously stupid since I was getting up at 7 to go on a 45 mile'ish ride on Sunday. See where this is going?

I barely made it up by 7:30 and was feeling worked over from the get go. I wolfed down some leftover steak from the night before and hit the road to my buddy B's house where he and his brother in law laughed at my horrid appearance. I struggled mightily the whole time and was barely able to keep up with the 2 of them. I think averaged about 12 mph vs the 15-16 I'm able to comfortably cruise at normally. I also got the most severe case of cramps I've ever had in my life. Riding a bike uphill X massive thigh cramps = not good times. I thought I seriously was just going to lock up and fall over. Luckily I made it back home to shower and nap for 2 hours.

And, amazingly, I never threw up.