With the good wife out tonight, the faithful dog and I decided it was time to revive an old tradition of the Bainbridge household - Bachelor Night! Long time readers know what this means - porterhouse steak, roasted new potatoes, a small helping of the obligatory green vegetable, and a good bottle of red wine. All accompanied by a favorite DVD (yes, it was one of the Lord of the Rings movies; and, no, I won't tell you how many times I've watched the Return of the King).
We shall doubtless incur an unusual degree of disopprobrium this time, however. Not only will dinner be followed by a cigar (or two) in the house, not only did we duck going to the event, but we also pulled a rare and well=aged bottle of Silver Oak out of the wine cellar. Three strikes!
Ironically, we were about halfway through the filet side of the porterhouse when this bit of dialogue occurred:
Smeagol: All she gets is nasty orcses. And those doesn't taste very nice, does they Precious?
Chuckle.Gollum: No. Not very nice at all.
