Lordy Lordy Look Who's Forty
The signs are good. My custom Wescos are waiting for me to pick up at the Leatherman next weekend. I could feasibly be finished with my tattoo journey on Friday night. And now this.
As I was leaving work tonight, Nightingale invited me out for drinks to welcome me to my 40s. (He's a year ahead of me there.) "Gosh," he said, "I don't know what you drink." I said beer, and was going on to explain that I like Jack Daniels when I get liquor, but then I got a brainstorm.
I explained that my brother recently returned from Scotland. And he brought me back a bottle of Whyte and Mackay Smooth Scotch Whisky. I proposed an evening of Scotch and cigars. Nightingale liked that idea. He told me that there's a place in humble ol' Sellarsville, PA, that is one of the best places to buy cigars in the country.
So the two of us were working ourselves into a lather, when the new foreman guy from Maine came up and asked what was going on. We shared, and he got excited, too. He'd be up for a night of Scotch and cigars, too. And he's 42.
So that was great.
Whether it goes off or not, I like and admire both of these men a great deal. And the idea of being welcomed by these guys to share an evening of Scotch, cigars, and a celebration of leaving the 30s behind... Well, I'm getting a little teary eyed here.