November 7, 2006
I finally got to meet Brynjolf at Pennsic XXXV, after a full year of us corresponding on one anothers' blogs.
He's a fellow oenophile, a wag, wit and conneseur of fine whiskey — and he kills poultry for a living. That's just AWESOME.
(Ask him about his opossum impression. ;) I triple-dog dare you.)
