Perfect seat

I had a perfect seat at the bar of the Ashland hotel. Padres wild card game on one big screen, UK vs South Carolina on the other, right in front of me. The two or three people around me switched to my fave bourbon, Noah’s Mill, based on my order. I’m an influencer – who knew?

It would have been perfect except for one guy next to me who was loud, pushy, and irritating. Think Ned Ryerson the life insurance salesman in Groundhog Day. That guy. He couldn’t stop pounding me on the shoulder and talking loudly about nonsense.

So now I’m in my room with one screen, keeping track of the UK football game on computer. I just couldn’t take the Ned treatment any longer. But it’s probably good that I can’t order another Noah’s.

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