I am going to a dinner tonight. All. By. Myself. A scotch tasting flight dinner at a very posh place. $85 not counting taxes and tips. It's a bunch of people around a table tasting whiskey and food. It's something I've always wanted to do.
XSU and I both drink scotch.. Though he inhales rather than sips and doesn't seem to have a palate to enjoy the flavours and aromas. He just drinks. And he would *never* spring for an event like this. Not ever.
I, on the other hand, have tasted many different kinds of scotch whiskey and want to learn more. Ergo the scotch tasting sounded like a great idea. The challenge - finding someone to go with me. Most of my friends are winos rather than hard liquor drinkers of any kind.
When a friend at work sent me the link I decided what the heck - just go for it. EEK I am going solo! I chatted with the woman taking reservations who happens to have the same name as Rebel. She too is a nice Ukrainian girl and lo and behold her mom is going to be at this dinner.
A friend from work - a very unhappily married man said he wanted to join me. I told him fine. But I never heard whether or not he made a reservation, and frankly, having dealt with my own bad marriage I am not about to entangle myself in his issues. or either encourage or discourage his attendance. We've discussed his unhappiness many times over lunch but I am not prepared to spend my quality time with this man. If he is at this little event so be it.
So, off I go. I'll tell you how it went in another post.
