Last week I celebrated my twenty-eighth birthday. Ever since turning twenty-one, I haven’t seen birthdays as the exciting days that I used to. I suppose in my youth, each year drew me closer to the legal drinking age. Once I crossed that milestone, there wasn’t anything else to get excited about.

At twenty-five, I received an auto insurance discount but that is hardly something to mark the calendar for. Despite my lack of enthusiasm, my wife loves birthdays. Even though I told her not to get me anything, she did. Not only did she get me a gift, she blew me away with that gift.

After a normal day at work, I came home to a smiling wife and two gifts. The first one that I opened was from my daughter (Obviously a 3 week old couldn’t go shopping but her name was on the gift and I thought it was cute).I smiled from ear to ear at the two My Father brand cigars and a cute monster card.

The second gift was from my wife, a Barnes & Noble Nook. I have wanted one for a couple of months now but couldn’t justify the purchase. She not only got me something that I hadn’t realized I told her I wanted, but she researched several eReaders and double checked with a tech-savvy friend of mine (Jerry Cruz).

The Nook came with a joke, “The Nook is actually for the both of us. Now you can continue reading, which I know you love to do, and I’ll have a bookshelf that no longer overflows with Fantasy novels.”

If you are on the fence about getting a Nook for yourself, keep your eyes peeled over the next few weeks because I plan to do a write-up of my experience with the device. So far it has been fantastic, as were the cigars.

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Happy Birthday to Me

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With this increase in popularity Twitter has been going through some growing pains. Those pains have becoming more apparent and began to make headlines on social media and tech news sites. The blame for the downtime has been laid at the feet of the World Cup.

When I first read that bit of news I was a little skeptical. I knew the World Cup was popular among the Twitter crowd but enough to topple the service? We began to see little additions to the service to make tweeting about the game more fun, mainly icons to designate a countries hash tag or the soccer ball for the mention of the game itself.

It wasn’t until yesterday that I knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that the World Cup was Twitters Kryptonite. While scanning my Twitter time line, team USA scored a game winning goal and things went crazy. In a matter of mere minutes, my stream was flooded.

The image below is a screen capture taken when the wave of tweets rolled in. The blurred out names are the few accounts that have privacy controls enabled.

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I Suppose The World Cup Really Is Twitter’s Kryptonite

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The baby hasn’t arrived just yet but I already know that friend was correct. Over the last couple of weeks I feel as though I’ve been working around the clock. I rise at 4:30am for work and spend all day at the office. While a desk job may not be labor intensive, it is highly stressful with no outlet for frustration aside from a keyboard.

Over the past couple of weeks my routine has been similar. When I arrive home from work, I let Syrus out for a bit and I get changed into work clothes. I spend the next four hours working around the house to prepare for the baby. This lies mainly on demo and construction so that there isn’t any banging and lingering dust when the baby joins us.

After a much needed shower, I make my way to the computer and try to address some of the email that I have neglected throughout the week. Once I’m satisfied, I make a quick pass over Twitter and Facebook before stepping away. Depending on how tired I feel, I consider a cigar while I do a little reading to unwind.

An hour later I’m in bed and sound asleep shortly after my head touches the pillow. When I wake up I feel the pressing stresses of all the tasks that I hadn’t finished the day before. Things like writing Fiction Friday, Writing Adventure Group, or the three book reviews where I have video but no text. Over on Stogie Review I’m scrambling to do last minute reviews because I simply don’t have the three to four hours that I used to devote to them.

I keep telling myself that time is tight because I’m trying to pack in as much renovation as possible, when the baby comes things will ease up a bit. I tell myself that my wife will no longer be pregnant and have more energy to help.

The realization is that finding a spare moment is going to get harder. While my wife will no longer be pregnant, she will spend her maternity leave caring for the baby while I work. I’ll come home to her needing a break and I’ll take over with child care.

I’ve already arranged to take some paternity leave from Stogie Review, so that will ease my nerves a bit. I’ve got my fingers crossed that I’ll find spare moments throughout the day to do other things that I enjoy, such as reading and writing.

In fact, I already told my wife that I refuse to give up reading and that if I must, I will read Epic Fantasy to my child as we hang out. It can’t be any different from the fathers that read the sports section to their child with a soft reassuring voice.

As strange as it may seem to have little free time, I’m looking forward to it. I’ll adapt and find a way to get everything done throughout the week. I suppose this will be a good lesson on learning to be more efficient and productive when a spare moment presents itself.

My apologies if things get a little sporadic around here (I’m sure they already seem that way), but I’ve got a lot on my plate. Just prepare yourself for lots of baby-photos and the quick stories that come with being a first-time father.

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Time Isn’t On My Side

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Once we were fed, we headed across the parking lot and ventured into Gently Used Books. I’ve been in the store on two other occasions but this was her first trip. We parted ways and I made my way over to the Fantasy section while she looked at the Thriller / Horror offerings.

Just like my previous trips, I was a little disappointed in the selection. Being a used book store, I realize that stock is generated from books people are willing to part with. This often leads to only portions of a series being available as well as a lack of newer releases.

After having spoken with a few people about The Wheel of Time, I was quite interested in picking up the first book of the series, The Eye of the World. I was hoping to be able to find the popular novel but only managed to find random offerings from the middle of the series.

As I roved along the books, I came across yet another book that resided in the middle of a series. This book was Joe Abercrombie’s Before They Were Hanged. With a price tag of only $5.00, I couldn’t resist and simply made plans to order the first book, The Blade itself, from Amazon.

Wanting to walk out with something that I could dig into, I looked at a variety of other titles. I found what I thought were two stand-along novels by Elizabeth Boyer. The first was The Troll’s Grindstone, the second was The Wizard and the Warlord. Both books came in at less than $2.00 each. Unfortunately, when I got home I found out that they might be a portion of a series which encompasses several books.

Even though I purchased books within a series, I am happy with my purchases. For less than $10.00 I walked out with three books in fair condition that I look forward to getting into in the months to come. For now I have roughly three-hundred pages of Ship of Destiny to finish before moving on to something else on my ever growing to-read pile.

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A Trip to Gently Used Books

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With that said, I thought I would use this opportunity to touch on a couple of things I had in the back of my mind.

Fiction Friday:

I have been participating in Fiction Friday for the past month and have to say, I’m enjoying it immensely. Some weeks are much harder than others when it comes to formulating a story but I manage to learn something new with every passing week. In addition to being fun to write, I also seem to be getting the most comments on those articles, which tells me they are becoming more engaging than other things I’ve written. Because of this phenomenon, I’m going to try and work more creative writing into the mix. I may even increase the post schedule to four days per week instead of three, but that all will come down to how much time I have.

I’m sure when the baby arrives in July things are going to get super-hectic. On the plus side, I’m sure I’ll have loads and loads of amusing stories to tell (which won’t be creative fiction, but it will be fun). For instance, I had no idea how a diaper genie worked. i thought you place the dirty diaper inside and it wrapped the diaper in an air-tight bag so that it could be placed in the garbage and not stink up the place. As it was so colorfully pointed out to me on Twitter, it would seem the device does wrap the diaper to prevent odor from spilling into the house, but it also contains the waste. I’m told that when full you have to remove what looks like a sausage link of foulness. Sounds like fun….. lol

The Baby:

Speaking of the baby, things have been going really well. In fact, I hope all of my wife’s future pregnancies are this easy. She never experienced morning sickness, she doesn’t get weird and crazy cravings that send me running to the local convenience store in the middle of the night, and her mood swings aren’t bad at all. From time to time she will get a bit emotional but it generally lasts for a few minutes and she is back to her normal self.

All of this stuff being easy on her translates to this pregnancy being easy on me as well. With any luck the baby will be just as easy (in terms of sleeping half-decent and what-not). This may be the calm before the storm but I’ve got my fingers crossed.

Reading:

Over the last couple of weeks my reading has slowed down a bit. As a result, my book reviews are naturally coming more few and far between. I just finished Mad Ship, by Robin Hobb, last night. If I can find a little spare time tonight I’d like to record a ten-minute video discussing the book so that i can post the review on Wednesday. I enjoy Hobb’s writing very much but I think I may take a quick side-trip to break up my reading. Jumping right into Ship of Destiny would be fun (I am enjoying the series) but it would be the sixth Hobb book in a row. With that said, I’m going to take a one book break from Hobb, at which point I will return with the final book in the Liveship Traders Trilogy.

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Cigarfest Weekend and a Lack of Original Post

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On my latest post, I received a comment that I thought could be expanded and turned into a full post rather than a simple comment reply. I wanted to use it as a springboard on talking about my writing history. While there isn’t much to talk about, the question warrants the telling.

A Well Aged Cuban Wrote:

Hi Walt, very nice work. The best one yet in my humble opinion.
Have you ever done any creative writing classes or anything? I was part of a writers workshop a few years ago and I really loved it. The guy who ran the workshop would always say ‘Write, doesn’t matter what, just write’. Anyway, I hope you keep it up.
I was far too lazy and very easily distracted! Cheers.

I’ve been writing on and off for as long as I can remember. I was once told that before I could read and write coherently, I would scribble random letters and words onto paper when bored. This ultimately turned into short stories as a I got older.

I can only recall ever having written fiction and most of what I wrote was modeled after myself. Writing in this way seemed to open up my imagination and make describing the protagonist simple. The older I got, the more I branched out into more diverse characters.

When I was in Middle School, my writing began to stand out and grab the attention of various English teachers. Each day we would be given time to write in our journals. There was a fifty-word minimum to these assignments and they often carried no strict topic. In the allotted time, my entries generally turned into two-hundred word stories. I found it entertaining to be able to take such a simple assignment and make it something that I enjoyed doing.

In my High School years, I began hearing from various teachers that I should consider going to college to take up creative writing. I would have considered it, but my nemesis was grammar. It was the one thing that sucked all of the fun out of writing assignments. Ultimately, it was the reason why I had virtually no interest in furthering my education in that area.

When I reached my sophomore year in High School, I made a decision that I wanted to take up a trade and build cabinetry and furniture. I spent half of my school day in a traditional classroom and the other half at a technology center.

I found little time to write for fun and stuck strictly to the assignments given in class. The college suggestions continued to come, but I just put on a smile and gave a light nod whenever the subject came up.

Just as there was a reduction in my writing, I also began to read less. This trend of little time spent reading and writing continued after I graduated High School and took on a full time job as a Cabinetmaker. While I excelled in my cabinetmaking class in high school and did well on the job, I wanted to expand my horizons and be more valuable as an employee.

Several years out of High School, I decided that I wanted to go back to school and learn Architectural Drafting. My thoughts were that since I had spent years building furniture, it would give me an edge when it came to designing cabinets. Just like my choice in High School, I did very well as a drafter and quickly excelled in the classroom.

Along with the drafting classes, I took a variety of others to earn an Associates Degree. Among those classes were Business English and Technical Writing. I did very well in both of those courses, with the exception of the grammar portion of the Business English class, and found myself excited about writing again.

Technical Writing was rather dull but I found it relatively simple to type up the documentation required for the class. This was also around the same time that I began doing more and more writing for Stogie Review.

When my schooling was complete, my writings for Stogie Review increased and I found myself writing primarily for the new cigar smoker in an educational fashion. This writing resulted in a handful of Guest Articles on a couple of different cigar sites. I opened up this personal blog as a way to get my writing fix and expand the topics of my writing.

My writing here and at Stogie Review lead to my being published in the March 2010 issue of Cigar Snob magazine. A few months prior to that publication, a piece of my work was printed as an educational pamphlet for customers of an online lighter store.

On a whim, I decided to get back to writing fiction and try my hand at a story where I was out walking Syrus when I was attacked by Zombies. The reaction to the change of pace was positive and I decided to do a little more creative writing. I began poking around the web and came across Write Anything and their Fiction Friday Prompts.

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A Beautiful Spring Day

Saturday was beautiful. Not only was it the first day of Spring but it was also the first day in nearly a week that wasn’t tainted by cloudy skies and persistent rain. This little ray of sunshine was just the kind of motivation required to stretch the legs and do something other than sit around the house and watch reruns on television.

Even though the day was off to a wonderful start, I was fully aware that it was nothing more than a tease. The local news was reporting cloudy skies and a light rain by early afternoon. If I was going to enjoy any part of this day I was going to have to get started in short order and soak up the sun while it lasted.

After a pleasant breakfast, I thought it would be a good time to take Syrus out for a walk. From our pit bull’s demeanor as of late, it seemed as though he was just as sick of the wet weather as my wife and I were. I was sure that he wouldn’t mind spending a little time in the warm morning sun. As I stood in the living room, staring at the leash hanging near the door, I considered holding off until after my morning errands were complete. My concentration was broken as Syrus realized what I was staring at and began whipping me with his tail in excitement.

Before setting foot out the door, I gave my wife a kiss on the cheek and told her I would be back in about an hour. I turned to head towards the door and was tripped up, nearly falling flat on my face. Not wanting to have me slip out past him, Syrus was in a tight heel position, snug against my side. This, I determined, was the cause of my sudden loss of balance

I managed to stay on my feet but had to break into a run in order to do so. I crossed the living room in no time at all, trying to keep myself upright. Behind me I heard my wife’s hysterical laughter at my clumsiness and Syrus’ raw excitement for a dry walk through the neighborhood. I tried to give Syrus a stern look for tripping me up, but all I could manage was a slight smirk as I thought about what I must have looked like trying to regain my footing.

The Encounter

Once Syrus’ leash was fastened, we stepped out into the warm morning air and headed away from the house. It didn’t take long before the house was out of sight and Syrus’ tail was wagging a mile a minute. The happy look on his face made me smile and appreciate the day all the more.

About thirty minutes into our walk we reached a wooded park area. While Syrus sniffed around to take care of business, I reached into my shirt pocket and retrieved an Illusione 88. I was so wrapped up in the walk that I nearly forgot to light my traditional walk the dog cigar.

Before Syrus could his thing, he began acting strange. His intense sniffing of the ground came to an abrupt halt as he stood frozen, staring off into the tree line about fifty yards away. Once my cigar was lit, I took a couple slow puffs and offered Syrus some words of encouragement in hopes that he would ignore whatever was in the woods and resume our walk.

Even though my pooch returned to sniffing the ground, he seemed too distracted to take care of business. In an effort to make him more comfortable, I began to move away from the tree line. My assumption was that there was an animal of some sort roaming around and he didn’t recognize its scent.

As we began to walk, I heard a low gurgling noise off in the distance. Syrus suddenly froze and the hair along his spine stood up on end while he let out a low growl. The more I tried to break his concentration and walk away, the more he resisted and fixated on that low sound off in the woods.

Frustration mounting, I turned my back to the woods and crouched down directly in Syrus’ field of view to break his concentration. He looked up at me with worried eyes and I knew that something was wrong. We needed to get out of the immediate area.

The very instant that I began to rise I heard a crack behind me. Before I could turn to see what the noise was, Syrus was off like a shot. He charged out six feet and was brought to an abrupt halt as the leash, which was looped over over my wrist, lost all slack and pulled taut. Upon his violent stop, Syrus immediately took a few steps back to put himself into a protective position as I tried clambering back to my feet after being dragged to the ground.

Everything seemed to happen in the blink of an eye, that is until I turned my head to see what the ruckus was all about. In the slowest second of my life, my eyes scanned the area and began to focus on the grotesque being no more than twenty feet behind me. With its sagging greenish skin, it gave me a deathly look as the full weight of the situation came to bear on my mind.

With a screech that would have made Will Smith in his Fresh Prince of Bel Air days proud, I began scrambling to create distance between myself and what I thought of as some sort of Zombie. This time, it was I that hit the end of the leash and was brought to an abrupt halt as Syrus refused to give any ground.

Trying to remain as calm as possible, I began to assess the situation. The creature ahead of us was not pressing forward, instead it emitted a low growl that raised the hair on the back of my neck. I tried to formulate some sort of plan to get out of this serious problem. A quick shifting of Syrus’ head alerted me to two more creatures off in the woods.

I once again tried to move away but Syrus refused to move. Seeing me try to flee must have triggered aggression from the beast. It slowly began moving forward, all the while showing off it’s broken, jagged teeth through its menacing smile. With the creature making ground, the other two off in the woods broke into a trot to move in for the kill.

In a panic, not knowing what else to do, I leaped to my feet and hurled my Illusione 88. Despite my pounding heart and trembling hands, I managed to strike the monster in the face with the lit cigar. On impact a tiny poof of smoke rose into the air as the ash exploded on the loose skin of my foe.

Stopping immediately after being struck, as if too angry to consider what to do next, it just glared at me, paying little attention to my growling pit bull protector. It just stood there, body trembling with rage, the lit cigar at its feet burned on. A thin wisp of smoke rose to meet its disfigured nose. With its concentration broken, it bent and retrieved my makeshift weapon from the splotchy dead grass at its feet.

Curious of this burning object, the beast brought it closer to its face for examination. In an unanticipated move, it tilted its head back and roared. I felt weak in the knees from a sudden wave of terror. As if calling them off, the trotting beasts came to a sudden halt and stood frozen watching the event transpire.

The lead creature stared into my soul with its inky black eyes as if it could stop my heart with nothing more than a look. Without breaking concentration, it placed the lit cigar into its mouth and took a long violent puff. The cigar glowed red and the smoke leaked from its disfigured mouth and through a puncture in its left cheek. As if pleased by its conquest, the beast turned and walked off towards the woods, letting out a low menacing laugh as it went.

Not wanting to loose my opportunity, I began tugging on Syrus’ leash and quickly got out of the park and back on the busy streets. Before long Syrus and I were back home standing before my wife as I explained all that had happened. With a look of amusement on her face, she announced “Only one problem with Reading, too many damned zombies. To make matters worse, they’ll do anything for a cigar”

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Took Syrus for a Walk and was Attacked by Zombies

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I like to think of myself as a mans man. I love building things and getting my hands dirty. Having spent more than a decade in the cabinet industry, I’m always interested in seeing a new tool operate or getting my hands on something new for around the house.

Being comfortable around tools and machinery has made me no stranger to television shows that feature construction and information on how to do things around the home. I’ve seen my fare share of episodes of This Old House, Hometime, New Yankee Workshop, and the plethora of design shows on cable television.

Somewhere along the way, television shows that feature construction have become more about the outward appearance of the carpenter / woodworker and less about what they know. Sure, these men and women have no problem operating machinery and instructing a homeowner in creating their own piece of furniture, but when that same host begins telling a homeowner that a particular kitchen cabinet is top-of-the-line, I find myself yelling at the television that “they must be high because there is no way that half-inch flake board box is top-of-the-line“.

The statements like those above are what has driven me away from the televisions shows similar to those that I have grown up watching. More emphasis is placed in the design aspects of the project and how good the carpenter with the sexy accent sounds.

It wasn’t until just recently that I found myself glued to the television watching a show on home renovations. Despite the trend, I came across a show that featured a contractor that knew his stuff. I was blown away by his attitude on Making it Right. The host is none other than Mike Holmes of Holmes on Homes.

While the show has been on the air for a couple of years now, I saw my very first episode just the other day. Once the episode was complete, I sat staring at the television for a second episode. When that second episode was complete, I was kind of bummed out when something else came on.

A week after catching that first episode, I began scouring the internet for a place to view shows online. Once I found the Holmes on Homes section of HGTV, I spent the better part of a lazy Sunday afternoon catching up on what was available.

If you enjoy watching construction shows and aren’t familiar with Mike Holmes, I strongly recommend checking out the show. To view them online, head over to the HGTV Website to stream them at your convenience. Once you watch a show or two, or if you have already seen it, head over to the comments section and tell me what you think of it.

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Holmes on Homes

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With little time to formulate the review, I was left with no time to write a post for my personal blog. In addition, I’m suffering from a bit of writers block. So, if you have any topic suggestions, I’m all ears.

Anyway, I thought I would simply post something random this morning. I thought a little “Three surefire ways to get a reaction from your wife” would both be fun and educational.

Scenario 1:

Every morning before leaving for work I drink a glass or orange juice and take a multi-vitamin. In the event that I am running a little behind, my wife is kind enough to have both items waiting for me as I emerge from the bedroom, hastily dressed and ready to run out the door.

I would then thank her for the “OJ Juice” and my vitamin. The first time I said it she let it pass and didn’t say a word. The following day when I asked her if she would be so kind as to pour me a glass of “OJ Juice” she corrected me before doing so.

With a smile on her face she explained to me, like I was two years old, that it was either OJ or Orange Juice. I gave her a little “pfft, I know what this is called and it’s OJ Juice”. She let out a slight laugh and told me to call it whatever I wanted but I was wrong.

Of course I knew I was wrong, I just found it fun to say incorrectly. I continued to refer to my orange juice as “OJ Juice” for the next few weeks. I could tell it was slowly grated on her nerves, and in a playful way I got a kick out of it. One morning my effort paid off and she referred to my glass of orange juice as “OJ Juice”.

As soon as my wife realized what she said, she reached her breaking point. With a smile on her face she began yelling at me, at which point I fled the room laughing like a little boy as I went.

Scenario 2:

This one is an oldie, but a goodie. At some point during the weekend my wife usually sits down and makes out her grocery list for the week to come. After its completion she would generally hang it on the refrigerator just in case something random came up that needed to be added before she left for groceries.

In a bit of boyish fun, I used to add to the list as the weekend progressed. All of the items added to the list were legitimate, but worded improperly. One afternoon my wife picked up her list and headed off to the store. A short time after she left, I got a phone call from her asking me “What the hell is a jar of ‘A horse’s radish’?”.

After saying it aloud I think it dawned on her that I wanted her to pick up a jar or horseradish. While I had tears in my eyes from laughing, she was not nearly as amused.

Scenario 3:

One early morning, my wife was in the kitchen making coffee while I sat in the living room putting on my shoes. As I sat there getting ready to walk out the door and go to work, my wife began to sneeze. She had a bit of a cold and the result was a strange, high-pitched sound. In this particular case the sneeze was followed by another two in rapid succession.

I looked down and Syrus, who was watching me curiously, and said “Syrus, did you hear that? That was the call of the tard-bird, spring is in the air!”. What followed was yelling with a little laughter mixed in. In haste, I fled the room to safety with Syrus at my heels.

In Closing

Don’t think for one second that I am cruel for playing pranks on my wife, she certainly gets her fair share in as well. We have a very fun relationship that keeps us both smiling and laughing. I wouldn’t want it any other way.

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Three surefire ways to get a reaction from your wife

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Being a creature of habit, I like to have things prepared and ready to go at a certain time. This is very true about my blog, and if you are like me you were probably wondering where todays post was when you checked the site? The simple answer is that I was slacking off last night and didn’t manage to get it taken care of.

Before I was sick, I had a handful of posts written and waiting to be published. This worked out great for when I wasn’t feeling up to typing or if I had writers block. Unfortunately, all of those posts have been used up and the last few posts have been written a day or two before posting.

On schedule this week I had a review of the Robin Hobb novel Assassin’s Quest, which would have closed out the Farseer trilogy. The book has been read and the written portion of the review is nearly complete. I need to record a quick video to go along with the review, which I didn’t get around to doing last night.

So what prevented me from doing this, well I ran into a chum with a bottle of rum. My father and I have been spending our free time working on a side project as of late. We completed this project on Monday and I was delivering it last night. Not only was the project being delivered to a fellow cigar smoker, we met up at our local cigar shop, Kensington Tobacconist.

After we shuffled all of the parts from my car into my friends truck, we headed in for a cigar. Before long, this friend of mine was cracking open his locker and pulling out several bottles of rum to do a mini tasting (my experience with rum is almost non-existent and he planned on giving me a small look into the world of rum).

After about a tablespoon of two different rums, I was poured a healthy glass of Zaya on the rocks and we settled in for a couple of hours. The first of the rums was an inexpensive bottle that was more geared towards mixing. The second bottle was far smoother but lacked body. The third rum was simply heaven in a glass.

While we sat sipping and smoking, we had some great conversation. Some of our talk was serious while other topics were highly comedic. Two hours after that glass was poured, we were wrapping up our cigars and getting ready to call it a night.

While I may have slacked off in getting that book review posted, the time I had last night more than makes up for that slight pang of guilt I experienced for missing a post. Keep yours eyes peeled for a future post on that Zaya that I had the pleasure of drinking, I’m most definitely going to have to get myself a bottle now.

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Ran into a chum with a bottle of rum

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