dragonlady7

Z and I both enjoy bourbon-- Woodford Reserve in particular. My brother-in-law, the Southern one, drinks the stuff and we became fond of it while on a visit to Georgia.
It's not cheap but it's not inordinately expensive either.

We finished our bottle on Election Day after McCain conceded, and while Obama was making his victory speech.
Times have been fairly tight, and so we haven't replaced the bottle. I have glanced with regret at the bourbon shelf every time we've gone to the Mega Liquor Store Of Awesome since then, but each time have sighed and told myself that it's not really a spring/summer drink anyway; we'll replace it some other time. We'll be drinking white rum and gin and mass quantities of tequila in the meantime, right? Who needs bourbon?

Just now, my headache had come back and I was moping around the kitchen thinking that I am in no mood or fit state to skate. And I happened to look over on the sideboard, and noticed the distinctive silhouette... of a full Woodford Reserve bottle. With paper seal intact and elasticated band with tag around the neck.
WTF?

WE HAVE A BOURBON FAIRY.

This is the best thing ever.
I am going to drink bourbon and sew tonight. That's what I've been wanting to do, and that's what I'm going to do.

Also the land agent for my Pennsic camp just got back to me and said that it was perfectly fine in his book to let Liesl and her Dave camp with us this year-- my word is good enough for them, though we might be a bit crowded. And that would be totally awesome. I could happily spend a week drunk with Liesl. That's the only thing that would make Pennsic more awesome than it already is.
The only thing that would make Pennsic yet MORE awesome would be if