44. When do you stop feeling a kid and become a man? How does one know its not okay to tell fart jokes, laugh about dumb movies and scream at the top of your lungs to Mettalica while sitting at a stop light with windows rolled up. When? Who tells us these things?

I am thinking in my refined age of 44 now, it's my pallet. I am not as likley to grab a beer from the stable of blandness. Bud, Miller or Corona rather a craft beer with blueberries and honey or something as nefarious as Rouge Chipotle Ale (it just sounds kick ass) or something as odd as a Michelob Ultra. Into flat breads and no longer craving taco bell? Lately it's whiskey. Whiskey? Old men drink whiskey? Damn, before long it'll be scotch and then the dreaded Tom Collins. Fuck me. Is this old age? Tom Collins??????

However old I may feel after this past weekend I can find comfort in the gifts my family and friends bestowed upon me. Today, from my in-laws I got this bottle of Jameson Reserve. My father in law said that as good as the stuff from Kentucky is, and as smooth as the Canadians bottles pour, this will sway me to my Irish roots... We'll see (currently sipping on a few fingers of this over ice- it's as nice as he said it'd be)

While that is awesome into itself, the four crystal glasses are by far the best gift they have ever given me. After the bottle is long done and gone these hefty shiny glasses will be held by myself and good friends to toast good times and mourn losses- all the time I'll have them in my thoughts. Pure awesome Mom and Dad. Thanks!