Scotch Tasting 2011

Another year at the manse on the hill. The weather blessed us with a great day for mid-February, and, as usual, the unruly crowd was boisterous and jovial, and mostly completely plastered by the end of the day.

Stinkbait missed the gig this year for the first time in... I dunno... five years? Longer? Sad indeed. But Kirk filled in most admirably (and, I'm told, paid handsomely for it the next day).

Allen, in his South African slur, once again commented on my "GrEaT TEETS!" Sarah started speaking in tongues (or, more likely, simply made up her own language which only she could understand). And I, in the true form of the ballerina that I was in my youth, did an acrobatic face plant in the snow while trying to pelt exiting cars with snowballs.

It was a grand day indeed.