Doug Paulson

Last night was the annual 7 Devils scotch tasting.  Mmmmm-mmmm!  Not like I haven’t tasted my fair share of scotches before, but the evening is organized by one of our company members who happens to be a representative for the Laphroaig distillery.  He also happens to be Scottish.  Lucky us.  The evening consists of a power point presentation that teaches us the process of scotch making and introduces us to the different regions in Scotland where the distilleries are.  We learn how the different methods effect the taste of different scotches and then we blind taste 6 different types and have to match them up with the correct brand.  Last year I nailed 4 out of 6 and won a bottle.  This year I just got drunk, guessed and came up with nothing.  Still, it’s a blast.  If you’re curious, the title of this post is the title of a drinking song we learned last night that we’d sing before the toast before each tasting.

Amazingly enough I was still able to get up this morning and head to the gym.  Its my day off today from rehearsals which are going really well this week, on the second mainstage play I’m a part of.  I’m also doing a student show that techs in about 40 minutes and goes up tomorrow night.  The mainstage goes up Fri night and then I have Sat off.  I leave Sunday evening and head to CA for a week and then vacation is over.  Back to the grind.  I’m still finding no problem in fully enjoying myself and my time out of the city.

Sorry for the lack of pictures included with this post.  I’m trying to be better about taking more, and when I do, I’ll pop ‘em right on up here.  I have to finish my chicken cesar salad right now and haul my ass to tech.  Then I’m off to watch the first reading of this week’s schedule.  I’ll let you know how it goes, and more about each play I’ve seen/done in the past two weeks (12 total), when I remember to do so.

Until then, keep an eye on your own troosers!  Cheers!