Friday. Friends.

Balcony. Bruichladdich.
There are far worse things in life than to have your evening summed up like an ad in Gentleman's Quarterly; in fact, this evening was not only one of the best I've had in a while, but probably ranks in the upper echelons. Proper.

Balcony. Bruichladdich.
There are far worse things in life than to have your evening summed up like an ad in Gentleman's Quarterly; in fact, this evening was not only one of the best I've had in a while, but probably ranks in the upper echelons. Proper.
Labels: all things that are good, booze
1 Comments:
Yes, A, it was a goood night! The Bruichladdich was delicious, the evening was cool and dry, and conversation was a flowin'.
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