So after a very stressful day at work yesterday (ranging from someone calling to complain about the steaks they purchased being to salty [for fucks sake, she bought chuck steak...a four dollar steak and expected a t-bone] , to running out of some high demand ham [not my fault, I ordered twelve cases but they didn't get shipped. I am PISSED about that] , to running close to out of turkeys before thanksgiving is here [we sold the last butterball turkey this morning]) I decided the best way to end the day was with a nice warm glass of whiskey. Now some people may see that as a 'problem' me going home and drinking. I don't see it as a 'problem', it's a damned solution. duh...
At any rate, I had set it down on the coaster next to the computer not really thinking about it, until I picked it up, took a sip and set it back down. Here is what I found. 
Pretty neat photo. And the glass, well it is one of those nice little tumblers the Grand Hotel has that has 'Mackinac' on them. I have no idea how I got a hold of it...that one or the other seven I have. No idea at all.
The interpretive season has come to a close. So now I have a job just five days a week, thankfully. Seven days just killed me. So now I can have a social life. So that's fun. That also means I go from rocking some sweet chops...
...to sporting just a regular old beard. 
And it only took ten days to grow it back out. How fun. One can never really argue with facial hair for the sake of ones job. Especially when they were as sweet as the full on mutton chops a la Ambrose Burnsides and many many others from the 1800s. I think that everyone who is capable of growing a full beard should try out the mutton chops for a couple of months. You will not believe the looks that you get.
