Dave, yo.  This is the fourteenth someodd McLean shooter party.  Not bad, all in all.  Lots of strange booze shortages, or at least one part of a pairing.  Southern Comfort and no Amaretto, Kahluha and no Baileys.  Ended up making all kins of random shots, none to popular.  But the important thing is: i got all kinds a loaded.  Wick. Ed.  Also: don’t ever buy Watermelon Schnapps.  All kinds of nast, that is. 

Sarsh says: Merry Christmas, kiddos!  It has been a long, cold sabbatical for me, both with the booze and with Wasted Time.  I am back, at least for the time being.  And just in time for the annual McLean Xmas shooter party (which, we must admit, was quite tame this year).  Mmm…rum and egg nog. 

Not much to add from my end. We are writing this surreptitously from the home of my in-laws in G-twon.  Scandalous!  Back to the O-town we head tomorrow.  Dr. Bombshell will be with us, so there may be additional postings from the three of us.  We will see.  In the meantime, enjoy the holiday season.