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What a crazy night.
I leave work early. I have an hour to load the car, eat and get dressed (kilted formal - tux). Half hour drive, and I get there by six.
For setup, we put out papers including the placemat. We set the glasses - six times 100 people. Then we pour the whisky. There are usually four or five of us, and we usually get done around 7:00. This time there were even more people, and it took longer. We had food this time too, but extra people were handling that, and it still took us for-freaking-ever.
When I went to load the whisky in my car, I decided to count the bottles. I was short one. I called my dad to make sure he didn't have it - he didn't. I looked everywhere, but it wasn't there. I can only assume it was literally stolen from my basement*. So I had to run from the store and buy another one. So I'm out $60. And that cost me half an hour, though I was only 20 minutes late. I'm just glad that the one that was missing was actually replaceable. There was one whisky that I got from the UK, because it's not available in the US. I'm not sure what we would have done if that one had gone missing.
I got down there, and it turned out my dad forgot a bunch of stuff. Like his marked cups, so we can pour the correct amount of whisky into each glass (600 of them). So he had to make something up on the fly. The first set I poured, I ended up having way too much whisky leftover. So the next one I compensated by filling the cup a little high, but then I ran out with one table to go. First time that ever happened. I had to decant a little from the poured glasses to get enough to finish. And the one guy even forgot his table markers.
We're usually done by 7:00, but it took us all until 7:30 to get set, and I was still fixing things for a while after that. I just wanted to sit for a while, but pretty soon it was showtime. The tasting went pretty well. No real screw-ups, but a guest commandeered the mic for a bit, and a couple of times we went long.
Afterward I just wanted to get the hell out of there, but people want to talk. They want to learn more, or they want to share their experience, or they want to tell you what a great time they had. I have trouble walking away from a conversation. And with all the people gathered around, I couldn't really clean up and walk out. I was tired before we even started. And it was hot in there. But I hung around and chatted, and had my picture taken with people, and we sang songs. Didn't get out until 11:00.
* Last weekend we had the junk people clean some old furniture out of the basement. I think that when the guys were down there by themselves, one of them saw the box of whisky, picked up the boxed bottle that was lying on top, and pulled one of the bottles out of the box, then set the other one back on top so it looked undisturbed. I'm not certain this is what happened, but I can't think of another explanation. When I carried the box upstairs, I thought it was odd that the boxed bottle that was on top, seemed to fit down inside the box, when the box had previously been packed tight.
I leave work early. I have an hour to load the car, eat and get dressed (kilted formal - tux). Half hour drive, and I get there by six.
For setup, we put out papers including the placemat. We set the glasses - six times 100 people. Then we pour the whisky. There are usually four or five of us, and we usually get done around 7:00. This time there were even more people, and it took longer. We had food this time too, but extra people were handling that, and it still took us for-freaking-ever.
When I went to load the whisky in my car, I decided to count the bottles. I was short one. I called my dad to make sure he didn't have it - he didn't. I looked everywhere, but it wasn't there. I can only assume it was literally stolen from my basement*. So I had to run from the store and buy another one. So I'm out $60. And that cost me half an hour, though I was only 20 minutes late. I'm just glad that the one that was missing was actually replaceable. There was one whisky that I got from the UK, because it's not available in the US. I'm not sure what we would have done if that one had gone missing.
I got down there, and it turned out my dad forgot a bunch of stuff. Like his marked cups, so we can pour the correct amount of whisky into each glass (600 of them). So he had to make something up on the fly. The first set I poured, I ended up having way too much whisky leftover. So the next one I compensated by filling the cup a little high, but then I ran out with one table to go. First time that ever happened. I had to decant a little from the poured glasses to get enough to finish. And the one guy even forgot his table markers.
We're usually done by 7:00, but it took us all until 7:30 to get set, and I was still fixing things for a while after that. I just wanted to sit for a while, but pretty soon it was showtime. The tasting went pretty well. No real screw-ups, but a guest commandeered the mic for a bit, and a couple of times we went long.
Afterward I just wanted to get the hell out of there, but people want to talk. They want to learn more, or they want to share their experience, or they want to tell you what a great time they had. I have trouble walking away from a conversation. And with all the people gathered around, I couldn't really clean up and walk out. I was tired before we even started. And it was hot in there. But I hung around and chatted, and had my picture taken with people, and we sang songs. Didn't get out until 11:00.
* Last weekend we had the junk people clean some old furniture out of the basement. I think that when the guys were down there by themselves, one of them saw the box of whisky, picked up the boxed bottle that was lying on top, and pulled one of the bottles out of the box, then set the other one back on top so it looked undisturbed. I'm not certain this is what happened, but I can't think of another explanation. When I carried the box upstairs, I thought it was odd that the boxed bottle that was on top, seemed to fit down inside the box, when the box had previously been packed tight.
