I love spelling whisky the international way. Americans have added the “e”. Usually we are not the ones that add all the extra letters. Achem.
So, as I have mentioned before, it turns out I am the greatest wife that has ever walked the planet earth. In that vein, for Hanukkah one of Bryan’s 8 (million) presents was a ticket to Whisky Live London 2009. I actually went and got quite a bit of attention for being a pregnant woman among hundreds of (mostly) male whisky connoisseurs. When asked I simply said that baby likes scotch. What can I do.
So I can’t even begin to think of my favorite part of the afternoon. Maybe the fact that the event was at a country club in Fulham and when the h*ll will I ever get to go to an English country club ever again- grass tennis courts and all.
Maybe it was the woman reporting on the event from “Single Malt TV” or the fact that there was an auction. I hope one day I am rich enough to bid on alcohol.
Or maybe that Yamazaki single malt was well-represented and all we could all think of was Bill Murray in Lost in Translation: “For relaxing times, make it Suntory time.”
Or maybe that I kept seeing men in kilts.
Or that, OF COURSE, the one American bourbon whiskey included was being promoted by a good ‘ol boy in a white baseball hat. We are just caricatures of ourselves. If you ever need to spot an American boy in Europe, just look for a baseball cap or a t-shirt or golf shirt with words on it.