Wetting the baby’s head!
On the 22.2.08 my/our little girl came into the world and what an amazing day that was and will forever remain. Yes little M was born safe and sound, weighing in at 7 pounds and 10 ounces in the old speak (3.465kg), and so you would be safe to say that the last couple of weeks for L and I have been quite busy, and I am happy to report that we are making the transition of being DINK’s to SIWK’s very nicely. Sorry that is a terrible acronym but if you know the correct term for single income with one child then let me know.
So after a couple of attempts a few mates and I went out for an afternoon lunch to ‘wet the baby’s head’ which means basically that a few of the boys go out on the town and have a few beers to celebrate. However, in an effort to always provide my readers with some education, I managed to find someone who thinks they know what they’re talking about and has provided the following description for your reading pleasure: Since the 1600s, the verb ‘to wet’ has meant to celebrate by drinking, though the earliest use of ‘wet the baby’s head’ as such dates only to the 19th century. When a baby is baptised, its head is literally ‘wetted’ by the priest, so the custom of fathers inviting friends to ‘wet the baby’s head’ is just a sort of secular baptism, as it were.
Well there you have it spoken like a true champion or rather a really good bullsh*t artist who got himself out of another bit of trouble with the missus, very believable, don’t you think?!
So the boys and I headed out for lunch (quite civilized) a few beers and we end up watching some footy and then going to Crown and Casa Del Oro to purchase a cigar each. Casa Del Oro is located in the Crown complex and there is a shop that is a humidor, which means that the cigars are out in the open for close examination. Not being the expert in cigars yet, I stuck to a cigar that I had smoked before the Partagus no.4. There aren’t too many places these days to have a cigar and so we went to a place at Crown that has an outdoor balcony. We continued our conversation and enjoyed a nice glass of scotch to celebrate the occasion. I think the days of having a big night are over for me, but I must say I am glad. An afternoon with a couple of friends, a nice meal, a few beers, a cigar and a scotch, what more can a man want, and what a wonderful occasion! Here’s to M!!