The Gospel According to Seamus, Chapter 5

When we arrived at Pier 3, we immediately knew we were in the right place. You see, the class of people which a Whiskey tasting event draws is undeniably different. The people are typically older, dressed nicer, and generally more well behaved and civil than the average person. This is not to inflate my own personal sense of superiority, as many of you may well think, but rather to note something which Raz Fergus and I have recently come to realize: Scotch and Whiskey tend to draw a higher class of person, while Rums and Beers and other liquors draw their own different classes of people.

( The Grand Tasting revealed! )

As we walked away form the tasting, and off the boat, I turned and snapped two pictures. They are both a bit blurry, much like the night its self, though as we left all three of us were stone cold sober. We ain't no amateurs ya know.
I turned back around and we walked away from one of the best nights in 3DC history. The tasting was over, but my friends, the night's amusements had just begun....



Next up.... violent Sommeliers, the shot heard round the world, and home sweet home....

The Gospel According to Seamus, Chapter 6

After snapping two final pictures of the San Francisco Belle, Raz, Fergus, and I turned our sights to the next most important part of the night: dinner. As it was creeping up on 10pm, we opted to walk to the nearest place we could find. A call to thejamez enlightened us as to the direction we should meander, though he wouldn't be joining us due to other plans and some back pain that was setting in.

( Dinner, and the shot heard round the world. )

Sitting on the couch Sunday night, in and out of consciousness due to sheer exhaustion, I realized that I truly have some of the best friends a guy could have and lead a very charmed life to be able to do what I have done thus far. That night I slept like a baby with a broad grin across my face....