Me, too.

Wanna go get a whiskey?

*pours shots of Dingle for everybody*

*feels all warm and glowy on the inside*

another one if you please, me3dia.

I dunno. Lemme check with the Mrs. where and when we talkin', hoss?

Ahh, Dingle, that famous potion, that elixir, bottled absolution... So justly named "Balm of Gilead, Pervert's Solace, King of Malt."

I have two fingers of Johnny Walker Red in a ha'pint bottle, meet me on the fire escape and we'll roast a pigeon.



I'll email you.

IT WAS THE BEST PARTY EVER WE HAD SIX KEGS OF WHISKEY, MY BRAIN IS RATTLING ROUND IN MY HEAD LIKE A SIXTEEN YEAR OLD PELLET OF RAT SHIT.

I've just had about 1400 cups of coffee, I could use some booze to counteract it, or at the very least confuse my synapses.

(also, the Cult have just released about 20 live albums at once. Who the hell needs that much Cult? I wouldn't even want 20 live albums of The Dictators for fuck's sake. Plus none of them have track listings on the jackets so I have to humt 'em down manually. Pass that Digle, dammit)

Please take my share of the whiskey and put it somewhere safe until March 9. That is now the official date of my Gut Monkey removal procedure.

Baby out. Booze in. It's the natural way.

I think a carefully labeled baby bottle would be just the thing.

Hee hee hee...gut monkey. I like that.

I'm going to a Johnny Walker scotch tasting tonight. I've done one before, and it was much fun--they gave us several little glasses of some of the single malts that make up their blends, and had a neat-o program about scotch in general. Tonight's event is supposed to include Blue label.

Blue Label is good and if you get it for free you really feel like you're putting one over on the people who pay $179.99 a bottle for it.

*finally makes it back down the bar, pours another round for everyone*

I've been to those Johhny Walker tastings a couple times over the years. Early on, it was an actual master blender doing the presentation, with fifths of Black as a care package (which I thought was odd, since they spent a lot of time pushing Red); then it was an actor "brand ambassador" in a kilt but still with the bottles of Black; the latest I went to was a guy in a suit who had all the charisma of a county fair demo guy, leading us through a set of bad A/V "settings" for each color. We got a sample of each in the line (including the blue), but the care package was a Striding Man lapel pin -- no booze.

I've recently decided I like scotch a whole bunch, but I've noticed with the blends that you can really taste the "blendyness" under the scotchy scotch scotch peat taste and that kinda grosses me out. I have the same thing with cheap Irish whiskey like Powers, it's tooooooo smooth and it makes me sorta gaggy sometimes. But that's nothing a medicinal tot of whiskey can't cure.