Wheeeee

We get our supplies at Joe's and head back, past this park that has swings that M can't resist.

The weather is gorgeous, as it has been pretty much since we moved here, not too hot, with a cool breeze all the time. Take that, east coast!

We get back home, prep, and grill with some friends until 10:30-ish PM, when it gets a little chilly and we go back inside. One of them is looking for a new place and we learn that our landlords, who live above us, have put their place on Craigslist. What's going on?

*nervous*

Also, in a startlingly awful lack of judgement, but thinking that the condensed sherry flavors would play very nicely with bitters and vermouth, I made a "Rob Roy" (a small one) with my Cask Stregth Macallan that was not especially delicious. As any of you who have heard me rail against such a misuse of single malt can attest to this screaming hypocrisy, I throw myself at the mercy of the whisky gods (and Michael Jackson (the whisky one, not the molester one)) and vow never to do it again.