Where's Scott?

I wake with a mild hangover, but significantly less severe than I deserve given the 12 hour poison consumption binge of the previous day (liver’s starting to ache 😉

Sam’s up and busy avoiding the kitchen cleanup; I’d attempted to make cheese sandwiches the night before for a few partiers (with way too much English mustard!), and left a bit of a crumbfest. We decide it can all wait until after a snack, and Sam, Chris and I head downtown for a tasty Tapas lunch at the Riverstation.

It takes about 7 minutes for the cider consumption to start, and I’m being told wonderful stories about the spectacular dry, crisp ciders that are really only available locally. So begins the great Bristol Cider Sampling Tour of 2007! I wish now that I’d kept better notes, but we find at least a dozen superb sections (some served directly from the barrel, and up to 9% alcohol!), my favorite grouping being served on a nice riverboat called The Apple by the dockfront.

We finish the evening drinking Bulmers (yes, cider) at Revolution in the heart of town. By the time the sun’s vanished, so has our diction and coordination. When we finally reach the house, Sam “slides” down her front hallway, cheek to wall. 14 hours of cider can have that effect.