As any good writer should be, I am poor. At first I was ashamed but over time I became accustomed to it. Over the weekend I went to my cousin's engagement party. My uncle pretty much invented cable television (I'm not kidding, I'll thank you for him the next time I see him) and thus was able to throw a very elaborate celebration.
I celebrated finishing the novel with a bottle of Canadian Mist, but on Saturday night I celebrated my cousin's engagement with Johnny Walker Red. And let me tell you folks, I hope my other cousin gets engaged soon because there is a big difference between the two. This may seem obvious, but without having experienced the Canadian Mist I never would have know how exceptional a gentleman Johnny Walker could be.
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