Bourbon and Meat and Worry

We went out into the public for fun last evening. Traffic was a mess due to the pumpkin farms along the pass. The season has begun. Once we got by them, we flew over the hill. The destination? A very fine liquor store. My mom gives a $100.00 gift card to each family member on their birthday. Michael had not spent his yet and we were on a hunt to buy bourbon. It was a beautiful, warm, early evening trip and we talked and laughed and notice how good it felt just to be dressed and out of the house.

He spent time looking and finally found a new-to-this-market bourbon he had never seen before. A12-year old bourbon (apparently, that is a good sign). An $89.95 bourbon. Alchemist Straight Kentucky Bourbon. Distilled in 1999 in Kentucky but bottled in Glasgow, Scotland in 2011. He was one happy boy. After we got home, he was not feeling well enough to even taste it. Oh well, something to look forward to.

We decided to swing by Max's Opera Cafe for a bite of dinner. I wanted a bowl of their Russian Cabbage Soup. After yet another bloody nose, William suggested that Michael needed some red meat. With that in mind, he ordered their special Prime Rib. All 24-ounces of it. Now, our normal portion of protein is 3-4 ounces so when it arrived to the table, it looked HUGE yet he ate every last bite.

I took a photo to show William that he took his advice. We messaged back and forth. William is sick! Flu-sick. As a mom, it is a horrible feeling to be 800-miles away and not being physically there to take care of him. He probably would not allow me to faun all over him anyway, which is probably why he is an independent adult. So instead, I worry. It occurred to me in the middle of last night that we don't know where he lives.

Towards the end of a tour last summer, the house he was renting was being sold and he had to leave. Mid-tour. It was messy, friends tried to find him a place but in the end, he rented a room in a condo owned by a monitor engineer until the end of the tour. Unexpectedly, he began a new tour. No time to find a new place. He is now booked to November, possible work in December and world tour begins in January. But, I think he has decided to buy a place of his own. Finally. A house would be impossible as he is gone for long blocks of time so he is considering condos. A big, modern, fancy condo for our son? Ah, no. He has his eye on a building he pointed out to me a year ago when we were there. It is a small converted apartment building but its elegance had been lovingly maintained.

Today, I will message again then phone if he is up for a quick chat where I will faun all over him. I will get an address where he is currently ensconced. And I will continue to worry.