Dry and tired. I am no less happy at night without my friend from Kentucky. I am less happy, however, during the day. When I consider that bourbon and I will not be allowed our acquaintance, my mood sours. Yet the lack of the acquittance, the actual absence of the evening ritual, does not undo me. Some things are more dreadful in the dreading.
Yet still I pray: come, Lord Weekend, come. Very rarely will we in our lives worship anything but ourselves.
How have I missed a blog about Bourbon??
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I must say, this is one of the greatest blogs of all time.
ReplyDeleteYes, it really is.
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