Ornoth

Another birfday.

Woke up and dumped $250 worth of scotch down the toilet. I’ve gone 18 months without any alcohol, so I didn’t want it laying around taking up space anymore. I’d offered it to several people, but no one seemed motivated to take it, and I felt a little ambiguity about the karmic consequences of giving it to someone, so it went down the tubes.

The sad part is that it included an entire bottle of Bruichladdich, the last remaining bit of my beloved smooth Highland Park 12, and some of the unbelievable and expensive 1982 Port Ellen, an amazing and rare and revered scotch from a distillery that shut down 26 years ago. I do miss the scotch and several scotch ales, but not enough to break that vow I made to myself.

On the other side of the proverbial morality coin, I grabbed a rental car and drove down to teh Foxywood for my first day of casino blackjack since my post-layoff trip last Xmas. I shall leave it at this: my third winning trip in a row, and my most profitable session evar, with some absolutely ludicrous hands. Details follow flocked for the flist.

Then I drove east to Bourne, to check out some alternate hotels for the Pan-Mass Challenge. Mostly disappointed that the places all have two-night minimums.

Drove home to drop off my booty, which took enough time to get two city of Boston parking tickets. Huh.

Then off to the final session of my five-week Metta (lovingkindness) practice group at CIMC. Details of that will be forthcoming.

Unfortunately, some F*c*book “friends” knew it was my birthday, so some public observances happened. Fortunately, they remained at a tolerable level, and did not annoy or offend much.

So all in all a nice birthday. Next year I’d like to have one that doesn’t include a rushed trip back to the meditation center, please?