Blue Period...

…through a rose colored glass.

This morning we leapt out of bed so as to be fully showered in the bathroom with no door by the time the guys arrived at 8am to try to remove fully hardened grout from the ill fated pebble wall in our shower. David arrived first in order to supervise every move. Just as well, because after a couple of hours of drilling and pounding, the decision was made to tear out the whole thing and start over. So far no word on how long we will have to wait for a second batch of pebbles.

At this point, there was nothing for it but to go to the local sports bar to drown our sorrows. The bartender, perhaps recognizing that I was not in my element, surrounded by thirty television screens and as many beer drinkers, recommended a "fun little wine" which was " left on the lees with some macerated orange peel for 24 hours". Trying not to fruitlessly rehash the whole sorry mess yet again, we gazed at the blue backlit vodka bottles and ate our hamburgers and looked forward to having our bathrooms to ourselves for awhile. We switched our gaze to the bottles of single malt whiskey and began reminiscing about our days in Edinburgh. The wine was lovely, the hamburgers were delicious, and as our friend Cindy would say, "Everything happens for a reason…"

Before we hit the Lagavulin we decided we'd better head home.