Some Words

Darcy O’Neil is looking into vodkas that may use glycerine. I would not be surprised if all of those brands did. I with one or two notable exceptions, everyone I know who’s made claims about the delicate flavors of vodka has come off looking like they’re trying too hard. If it’s in there, it’s beyond me, and people tend to step up like they’re using it to prove other people have no taste. I suspect I know that act too well because I fall into that trap myself.

It seems particularly appropriate to post this now. Earlier today I listened to my Contracts professor talk about how she did not want us to become those lawyers who dealt with stress through substance abuse. Of course, I had been saving this article from the New Yorker for a little lunch time reading as a study break. What did it do? It made me want a beer. Of course I don’t have any at home right now, but the article does a great job of covering why just about anything from Dogfish is an interesting experience at the worst case.

Well, the trip to Portland was nice, though not productive in terms of finding housing. It was instructive in learning about the different renting cultures between Portland and Minneapolis. Here, landlords are trying to rent things two months out. Everyone tries to get things covered soon, so that people have time to plan. There, everyone just assumes that they will be able to rent the place out in short order, which seems a safe assumption based on how things went over there. It did mean though that when I talked to people, they almost universally thought I was insane for trying to get this done two months out.

Today K and I started to finish up the wedding plans. It’s in two weeks now, and I’m going to be going to reunion next week, which means that I need to get as much done this week as possible, to avoid angry calls. It also means that I need to finish up a few things that I keep drawing a blank on, gift type things for people who may be going through customs. Tricky.

While in Portland I also got to go to The Teardrop Lounge which was fantastic. It’s the bar I’ve wished I could find here in Minneapolis for years. The men behind the bar knew what they were doing, but more importantly, they cared. I ended up tossing back three excellent drinks, which was harder on my wallet and liver than I had intended to be, but was imminently worth it. There were assorted good restaurants, and much good beer during the rest of the trip, but the highlight was the Teardrop.