And the only dog was mine. But we had a bunch of people in, "The Garage Ma Hall" today. Too many, well, "foreign" cigars. Won't specify the country. Don't want to get any one in trouble.
Good whiskey.
Jerry brought his dad, who's in his 70's. He wanted to know what his son was doing down here on Friday and Sunday afternoons. Pretty much siting around, smoking, "foreign" cigars and drinking while listening to southern rock music.
At one point his dad, Joe said to, Phil, "Do you think it would be OK if I smoked in here?"
Well the air was BLUE with cigar smoke. At least four of us were smoking cigars. What was I going to tell him? NO! You might make the Camaro cover smell like smoke, or something!
Every hour or so, we open both garage doors, and air out the place for a few minutes. But I still take the rug from in front of the wood stove, and the Camaro's, "Lingerie Cover" to the cleaner every spring.
We had 11 people in there this afternoon. Ryan says it's a record. I don't keep count, so I'll take his word for it.
Good friends, good times and a great way to spend time with them.
The money I spent to build that place? Worth every penny.
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