Marco-Polo
Go Irish Go!
I moved to Philadelphia at the end of May to rejoin my spouse, and waited all summer long to get my employment authorization (I'm a Canadian national, as is my wife, and have been playing musical status on the way to a green card). I've been to god knows how many interviews, both in business school and while here, and finally got an offer in writing today (one tentative offer ended up pulled due to a lack of funding; another series of interviews ended with the firm deferring all hiring until 2009). I'll be starting in two weeks, doing market research. Not my perfect job (it's out in the burbs, not in center city; the pay's a little low; it'll be tough adjusting to a new industry) but a good job with a nice signing bonus and the opportunity to make my mark in a new career area.
So, on to the main event. My wife's away at a work function this evening, so I took the dog out for a walk, in the rain, with what's possibly the best cigar I own: a Romeo y Julieta EL 2005 belicoso, courtesy of Seanholio. Very nice smoke, even though damp, alone and running around after Satan's lapdog (check out the pics in the puppy pass and you'll see what I mean) is no place to properly enjoy it.
That said, I enjoyed it anyway. Now that it's rejoined many of its burned-out brothers in the past, it's time to look forward to the future.
So, on to the main event. My wife's away at a work function this evening, so I took the dog out for a walk, in the rain, with what's possibly the best cigar I own: a Romeo y Julieta EL 2005 belicoso, courtesy of Seanholio. Very nice smoke, even though damp, alone and running around after Satan's lapdog (check out the pics in the puppy pass and you'll see what I mean) is no place to properly enjoy it.
That said, I enjoyed it anyway. Now that it's rejoined many of its burned-out brothers in the past, it's time to look forward to the future.
