February 28, 2015
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| Breakfast at 1:00 |
February is the shortest month of the year and the and 28th of February turned out to be the shortest day of the year. That's because Saturday the 28th, I didn't get out of bed until 11:30. After the previous night Birthday bash for Lea, and the consumption of far too many reality altering substances. I slept like a dead thing! Well, that was until my seven hour bladder alarm went off. Being careful not to look outside, I was able to crawl right into bed and go back to sleep.
By the time I got my self together it was noon and the drippy Joe was already cold. I nuked it and drank it anyway. It must have been all those years of working in the bars. Who else but the staff drink coffee? It's usually been sitting there since the Bartender came on shift several hours ago. Now that's a solid cup of coffee. Reduced to the point the cream can't penetrate the coffee. That's why you have spoons.
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| Tommy |
I don't know where the time went. By the time I finished writing Friday's blog it was 6:00 and I was still in my pajamas. We were going to a party tonight at Tommy Fulton's. We were supposed to be there around 7:00 and I hadn't even had a shower yet. It was just after 7:00 when I was ready to go. Once we had the Rat dogs ready and were actually sitting in the car it was 7:30. Not bad for us.
Tommy is a general contractor and has the most partycentric home I have ever been in. Two thirds of the entire main floor is kitchen in the centre of it is the cooking area and an island 8 feet by 24 feet that you can put twenty people around. Tommy is also a gourmet cook, strange since he's from Glasgow, and his parties always focus on food and drink. Tonight it was an Appy party. We brought a Pickle and Cheese plate that was a big hit. There were about twenty guests and everybody brought potluck. All of the food was amazing.
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| Tommy and Lorna and Happy Appy's |
Tommy was hunched over the stove when we arrived Two different curries simmering on the stove and Tommy putting together Brochettas with Chorizo.
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| Tam and Willy "The Glasga Goormets" |
My favourite was when Willy made puff pastries full of lobster and scallops that Annie and Willy brought back from Nova Scotia last summer.
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| Sofa King Good! |
Tommy had a nice Fender guitar that was maybe thirty years old. I didn't know he even played.
After I had eaten I sat out by the fire pit on Tommy's back deck. Strumming tunes while Tommy and his lady Lorna were the absolute best hosts ever. Never an empty plate or glass is Tommy's moto.
The lovely Lisa and I left with the first wave of deserters about midnight. That's early for a Scots party. There was no Lassie greetin and nary a punch had been thrown. With only the hard core left to uphold the Scot's tradition of Sunday morning hangovers, we said our goodbye's.
Four minutes from Tommy's to our house. When we got home we did what most married couples do on a Saturday night at midnight. The lovely Lisa went to bed and I watched the taped Maple Loafs lose another game. It makes me feel better about the Canucks.
That's all I've got
Till Next time
Peace out Y'all
©2015 Dave Squatch Ward
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