The NFC B-Day Chat Thread

Got some updated pictures of the chicks.

I really think the EE is going to be a looker. :love

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That does seem like a lot especially if it is so bad that no one carries it!
Funny, when I came back to the states after my adventure in the magic kingdom, I went to the class 6 store and bought a $9 bottle of 12 year old single malt scotch. I think the name was abalour or something close. Each bottle came with a letter of apology from Glenfiddich. Crux of the matter was a new buyer bought the wrong kind of kegs and it made a scotch not worthy of the Glenfiddich name. It was fantastic, and apparently a lot of people told them that. Next time I went to buy a bottle it was $40.
 
I can’t even tolerate the smell of any of it! <shudder> When I was 15 I went on a blind date with a “friend” and her fella. We thought it would be brilliant to park at the edge of a cornfield and get sloshed on a couple of bottles of Jack Daniels. I was always so desperate to fit in I’d fall for about anything. Boy, did I get sloshed! Next thing I know I was face up between corn rows, getting the stuffing beat out of me cause he wanted what I wasn’t giving up. I won. Still have the scar in my eyebrow, though. At least they took me home and dumped me out in my yard. I’ve never been so sick, bloodied, beaten and bruised in my life! My dad found me the next morning when he was leaving for work. I can’t handle the smell of hard stuff ever! :sick

We have a Masonic friend and his wife who live half the year in Scotland. There “cottage”, as she puts it in her adorable but thick brogue, is not too far from Campbelton and Glengyle Distillery. She told me in kilometers but :confused:. Anyway, just about a year before Ken was installed, Robert asked if I had a photo of Ken in his dress whites, and also asked for the photo we planned to use for Ken’s official portrait. While they were back in Scotland, he had this bottled for Ken and presented it to him as an installation as Grand Master gift. It even came in a special box. Neither of us drink it. Robert passed away this winter, so Ken’s thinking that he’ll take it with us to our Grand Lodge and break it open at the guys’ usual “Cordial night”, where spirits flow and spirits are high, and the guys will toast Robert with it. I like that idea.

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I can’t even tolerate the smell of any of it! <shudder> When I was 15 I went on a blind date with a “friend” and her fella. We thought it would be brilliant to park at the edge of a cornfield and get sloshed on a couple of bottles of Jack Daniels. I was always so desperate to fit in I’d fall for about anything. Boy, did I get sloshed! Next thing I know I was face up between corn rows, getting the stuffing beat out of me cause he wanted what I wasn’t giving up. I won. Still have the scar in my eyebrow, though. At least they took me home and dumped me out in my yard. I’ve never been so sick, bloodied, beaten and bruised in my life! My dad found me the next morning when he was leaving for work. I can’t handle the smell of hard stuff ever! :sick

We have a Masonic friend and his wife who live half the year in Scotland. There “cottage”, as she puts it in her adorable but thick brogue, is not too far from Campbelton and Glengyle Distillery. She told me in kilometers but :confused:. Anyway, just about a year before Ken was installed, Robert asked if I had a photo of Ken in his dress whites, and also asked for the photo we planned to use for Ken’s official portrait. While they were back in Scotland, he had this bottled for Ken and presented it to him as an installation as Grand Master gift. It even came in a special box. Neither of us drink it. Robert passed away this winter, so Ken’s thinking that he’ll take it with us to our Grand Lodge and break it open at the guys’ usual “Cordial night”, where spirits flow and spirits are high, and the guys will toast Robert with it. I like that idea.

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What a cool gift from the Masonic friend! Great idea for the guys to toast him with it :D

As for the story about being 15...that was not cool, not cool at all :(
 
I can’t even tolerate the smell of any of it! <shudder> When I was 15 I went on a blind date with a “friend” and her fella. We thought it would be brilliant to park at the edge of a cornfield and get sloshed on a couple of bottles of Jack Daniels. I was always so desperate to fit in I’d fall for about anything. Boy, did I get sloshed! Next thing I know I was face up between corn rows, getting the stuffing beat out of me cause he wanted what I wasn’t giving up. I won. Still have the scar in my eyebrow, though. At least they took me home and dumped me out in my yard. I’ve never been so sick, bloodied, beaten and bruised in my life! My dad found me the next morning when he was leaving for work. I can’t handle the smell of hard stuff ever! :sick

We have a Masonic friend and his wife who live half the year in Scotland. There “cottage”, as she puts it in her adorable but thick brogue, is not too far from Campbelton and Glengyle Distillery. She told me in kilometers but :confused:. Anyway, just about a year before Ken was installed, Robert asked if I had a photo of Ken in his dress whites, and also asked for the photo we planned to use for Ken’s official portrait. While they were back in Scotland, he had this bottled for Ken and presented it to him as an installation as Grand Master gift. It even came in a special box. Neither of us drink it. Robert passed away this winter, so Ken’s thinking that he’ll take it with us to our Grand Lodge and break it open at the guys’ usual “Cordial night”, where spirits flow and spirits are high, and the guys will toast Robert with it. I like that idea.

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Cool bottle!
 

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