I'm not cut out for drinking the way I used to be. A small gathering turned into an epic all-day drinkathon this past Sunday. It was the kind of drink-anything-to-hand epic that we used to enjoy pre-kids. Between five of us we managed to polish off five bottles of fizz, the vast majority of a bottle of Macallan and there were some beer duds kicking around at the end of the night too, which I don't remember anything about. Gary shared his encyclopedic knowledge of cigars with us (and broke open the collection) much to the amusement of the ladies.
Mrs. D tells me she loves this picture...I'm not sure why.