I attended a "mead mingler" tonight, hosted by David Myers of Redstone Meadery and his wife (whose name I now embarassingly forget, given that I talked with her for a good two hours; in my defense I'd drunk a few glasses of mead by and since then). We sampled both his own meads and several others, including a boysenberry melomel that won the gold medal at last year's International Mead Fest, and a few excellent oak-aged meads. I also got to taste several (and I mean several) glasses of two vintages of Redstone Reserve, the meads that have 100 people on the waiting list for the $50 bottles. Didn't get your bottle this year? That's because we finished off two of them.

What's that, I haven't mentioned kilts yet? Okay, two lovely Irish lasses accosted me on the way out the door and insisted that I visit them the next time I'm in Ireland. I got their numbers, and an open invitation to visit, so they can find out what's under the kilt.

Andrew.