The music, first. Anders Osborne with a brilliant suggestion...
Well, yeah... why dontcha meet me in New Mexico? Hell, I'll even drive up to Santa Fe if'n ya don't wanna hang in P-Ville.
On the broadening front... I'm looking forward to tonight's after dinner whiskey hour, because o' this:
I asked the manageress at the Class VI about the possibility of stocking Bulleit Rye as a "normal" offering and got a "I'll ask our manager" in reply. I also expressed my displeasure at the recent price increases on all their scotch and told her in no uncertain terms that I was NOT willing to pay those inflated prices. I got a nod and sympathetic look in response, along with another "I'll try and find out why those increases happened." Well, OK... I suppose that's better than a poke in the eye with a sharp stick.
And now we must consider what's for dinner.