I had planned on doing a bit of posting about the various talks and tours from this weekend’s YAF West Coast Leadership Conference, but it turns out there’s a beach about 50 yards from the hotel. And lots of bars.
So, well, you know.
Brief summary of days 1 and 2, for those interested: “Liberals = Evil; Lagavulin by the glass = $9.70”
And yes, my pecs are marvelous.
I’ve been suspecting that thing about liberals. Good work.
That last I’ll file under the general category ‘didn’t need to know’. I’ll tell my wife.
But twelve bucks for the Scotch (the stuff of myth)(you are a 25% tipper?) is strong. I’d do Cuervo, and skip the pungency thing. As a matter of fact….
¡Salud!
Only $9.70 for Lagavulin? Make that a double and have one for me.
If I would have known that, I would have hit the tip jar for $29.10 last time, rather than $25!
Dude! Are those pecs, or peccaries?
Jeff: thank me later. Unless the revenooers show up, in which case I’ve never heard of you.
Glen Platte has a nice ring to it.
Dan: if it were me on that beach, it’d have to be peccavimus.
Wow, I mangled the link. Sorry.
I used to have a six pack. Now I have a case.
Hell yes! Jeff. Good to hear from you. Lagavulin, at home, is free. Well, if you don’t count the whole buying it at $87.00 a bottle and shit. Anyhow. I had one dram and it eased the pain of my Buckeyes shitting all over their national championship hopes.
Last time I bought an $80 bottle of whiskey, the bottom popped off the tube it came in while I was crossing the liquor store parking lot, and…sweet Jesus, I can’t go on.
…
I got down and smelled it.
JWB deserves a second chance. Unlike Lagavulin, Black has MULTIPLE malts. That’s anything from ‘a little more’ to ‘a LOT more’ than a mere single malt. Drink responsibly, and remember, two malts are better than one.
“I had one dram and it eased the pain of my Buckeyes shitting all over their national championship hopes.”
I grew up in West Virginia. I bleed Old Gold and Blue. I wish I could say I was feeling your pain.
I had one dram and it eased the pain of my Buckeyes shitting all over their national championship hopes.
You have to admit, it makes next week interesting.
Interesting. Little Miss Attila has observed Jeff at the meeting….
LMAO @ psychologizer! :P
That is a nice beach there in front of the hotel. There use to be a really nice Mexican restaurant about a 1/4 mile north on the beachfront road there. And a great ice cream shop on the pier opposite. but that was about a decade ago. Murphy Brothers in the harbor had a clam chowder not to miss too.
Probably long gone by now though. Both of them.
State street had a nice brewpub too that had Wider’s peach cider on tap. Put you under the table in about three pints.
I feel your pain, but to me it feels like 72 virgins lightly brushing their breasts against my skin.
GEAUX TIGERS!!!
=8^O
“two malts are better than one”
Liberal.
Therefore, evil.
Jeff and the YAF say so.
After I have a few with soda,
or maybe a little water.
And it’s through the gates I totter,
after me ‘dunkin-doris’
I Belong to Glasgow
I’ve been wi’ a couple o’ cronies,
One or two pals o’ my ain;
We went in a hotel, and we did very well,
And then we came out once again;
Then we went into anither,
And that is the reason I’m fu’;
We had six deoch-an-doruses, then sang a chorus,
Just listen, I’ll sing it to you:
Chorus
I belong to Glasgow,
Dear old Glasgow town;
But what’s the matter wi’ Glasgow,
For it’s goin’ roun’ and roun’!
I’m only a common old working chap,
As anyone here can see,
But when I get a couple o’ drinks on a Saturday,
Glasgow belongs to me!
There’s nothing in keeping your money,
And saving a shilling or two;
If you’ve nothing to spend, then you’ve nothing to lend,
Why that’s all the better for you!
There no harm in taking a drappie,
It ends all your trouble and strife;
It gives ye the feeling that when you get home,
You don’t give a hang for the wife!
Chorus
With many thanks to my late step father.
My sister and Bro-in-Law own McConnells Ice Creme Shop in Santa Barbara. Hope you can make it there.
Hi, Jeff.
Nice to see you on your feet again (so to speak).
A little OT, but how do you “summerize” the news?
Is that like – “summer vegetables, and summer not”?
Son of a bitch, that pragmatism is somewhat bashed Jeff. Believe you me, that pragmatism is somewhat bashed.
Um, abashed I mean, somewhat abashed.
Shit.
Beach? In November?
Are even Santa Barbra-ites so depraved?
THINK OF THE DOLPHINS!
I was NOT checking out your pecs/arms and shit like that! I was just wondering about that tattoo, and asking your wife if you had others.
And I’m not DEFENSIVE about it, either! Men are so fucking SENSITIVE!
Not when at least one of the two malts is still in diapers.
Which is the problem with JWB (as well as just about every other blend), as far as I’m concerned.