Generous Pour

For one thing it’s raining. Like really raining. Like the rain that flooded my apartment in the early-2005-all-the-time-seriously-stop- typhoons-must-be-easier than this, rain. And of course everyone in LA immediately forgets how to drive when it rains. So we just sit on the freeway together, praying that the lines are where we think they are. The sound outside of a million wipers all going at once must be intense. On the bright side, went to the Griffin last night and they had a pouring problem of a different sort, and one that when applied to an 18 year old scotch, certainly worked in my favor! Here’s to the mighty generous Griffin! Ca-Caw-Gur-Growl! (or whatever sound a Griffin makes).