Dinner’s done, the dishes are washed, and for the first time this year I’m sitting at my desk with the windows wide open (shades drawn – it’s dark) and a Drambuie on-the-rocks close at hand. It’s quite warm inside and the cool breeze wafting in the window feels good! All that’s missing is a good cigar, like a Partagas or perhaps a Dunhill. That and stimulating after-dinner conversation.
Hmmm. I haven’t given cigars a thought in many, many moons. Mostly because I can’t smoke them in a confined space like El Casa Móvil de Pennington, but also because there’s no place in the local area to buy cigars, beyond King Edwards or the like. Cigar-smoking is an outside activity and as such is only possible during the warm months. Maybe I’ll order a few cigars tomorrow. Sounds like a good idea!
"That and stimulating after-dinner conversation."
ReplyDeleteSince your phone doesn't seem to like working lately, that leaves IM ;)
You're right, Laurie. I just need to remember to turn my IM program on...
ReplyDeleteBuck, you want I should make a trip over to Sherlock's Haven on Battery St before it closes its doors on June 30? (Embarcadero won't renew its lease, due to the owner's refusal to make his patrons stop smoking inside the store. I think that's just sad.)
ReplyDeleteThanks for the offer, Lori, but you don't have to. I can order cigars cheaper through the web than you can buy 'em in SFO, what with all the damned taxes.
ReplyDeleteI used to go to this VERY cool little smoke shop on Market, right around the corner and about six doors down from the corner of Montgomery and Market (where I worked). It was owned and staffed by two elderly gents and had a large "Thank You For Smoking" sign on the door. Great selection of foreign ciggies, and, of course, cigars. And expensive smoking paraphenalia, like solid silver cigar-cutters, cigar carriers, VERY expensive lighters, and all sorts of neat stuff. I wonder if they're caving in, too? Or quitting...
So sad. And you KNOW I believe it's Liberalism run amok.
I hope you don't take this the wrong way, because I mean it in the best way possible... reading this post made me think of my grandfather. He and my grandmother traveled the world in their gleaming silver Airstream trailer. Between trips and after their traveling years they parked it behind the house and built a red brick path from the back door of the house to the front door of the Airstream. It served as my grandfather's hideout. He ate most of his lunches, took his naps, and watched sports on the little color TV that he had out there. My grandmother would sometimes make them lunch and carry it out on a tray for them to eat together, then she would carry their tray of dishes back into the big house. In the summers they unrolled the green striped awning and set up tables and chairs and drank gin & tonics while the cicadas sang. I loved that trailer! It was my playhouse when he let us. My sister and I were occasionally allowed to sleep out there on the little beds.
ReplyDeleteI haven't thought about that in so long! Such happy memories.
I'm sure you're in Bachelor heaven out there.
Thanks for stopping by, Kyaroko. Airstreams are ultra-cool RVs, and the best travel trailer in the business. An American Classic. I've often wished I'd have bought an Airstream rather than what I have, but I'm not a pick-up kinda guy... and you need a good tow-vehicle to own an Airstream.
ReplyDeleteCan't have it all!
Drambuie in a snifter glass, that's the way I like it. Room temp.
ReplyDeleteI am to Eugene, OR with the "new" Miata & loving it. I should make it home later today. This purchase is going to turn out to be one of my better ones. It was a mistake to wait so long for another one.
Dick sez: Drambuie in a snifter glass, that's the way I like it. Room temp.
ReplyDeleteExcept for the snifter, that's the way I drink single malts...neat. I also take my Drambuie like that, too, but most times I like it on the rocks.
Good to hear you're nearly back home, Dick. Be good, drive safe and enjoy the new Miata!