So I've had this bottle of 12-year-old Glenlivet scotch for over 6 years. Masquerade got it for me for my birthday back in ought-one, and I've been saving it for a "special occasion." I've had a few special occasions since then, but they never felt quite triumphant enough. Except possibly the Heracles tour, but I was nowhere near it at the time.
This Friday I came to two conclusions: 1) given all the triumphs I've had that I didn't toast with my so-called Victory Scotch, what specifically was going to be good enough for it, and 2) 12 year old Glenlivet is Victory Scotch? Really? No. Victory Scotch should be old enough to order its own scotch. It should old enough to have fathered a scotch that can order its own scotch. Therefore, it was time to drink that bitch.
This was the official explanation I gave for why I had to finish the whole bottle by the end of tonight. Which, with some assistance, I did. The second reason was that I have declared this to be a theme weekend. The official, public title is "Dan's Weekend of Whiskey and Hobbits," in which I down scotch straight up and rye mixed with Coke while watching Lord of the Rings. The less public, more accurate title is "Operation: Drink Myself Happy," in which I down whiskey until I feel good again.
But whatever you call it, Fellowship of the Rings is AWESOME when you're hammered. Today I was distracted by gaming: tomorrow, if Jody is still sick (which, for her sake, I hope she isn't), I'll wrap up the trilogy. And, no doubt, a third bottle of whiskey.
"Nothing matters like knowing nothing matters."
-Fiero
This Friday I came to two conclusions: 1) given all the triumphs I've had that I didn't toast with my so-called Victory Scotch, what specifically was going to be good enough for it, and 2) 12 year old Glenlivet is Victory Scotch? Really? No. Victory Scotch should be old enough to order its own scotch. It should old enough to have fathered a scotch that can order its own scotch. Therefore, it was time to drink that bitch.
This was the official explanation I gave for why I had to finish the whole bottle by the end of tonight. Which, with some assistance, I did. The second reason was that I have declared this to be a theme weekend. The official, public title is "Dan's Weekend of Whiskey and Hobbits," in which I down scotch straight up and rye mixed with Coke while watching Lord of the Rings. The less public, more accurate title is "Operation: Drink Myself Happy," in which I down whiskey until I feel good again.
But whatever you call it, Fellowship of the Rings is AWESOME when you're hammered. Today I was distracted by gaming: tomorrow, if Jody is still sick (which, for her sake, I hope she isn't), I'll wrap up the trilogy. And, no doubt, a third bottle of whiskey.
"Nothing matters like knowing nothing matters."
-Fiero
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I watched Fellowship a few weeks ago... I'm going to watch Two Towers again but that movie requires a special mood... highly alert but focused. Anything else just bombs because that movie craws in a manner that puts fellowship to shame. If I ever make a movie you can be certain it won't contain any elves, ents or forests.
That's all I'm saying.
And, since you left it the bottle for six more years, that scotch was old enough to order its own scotch.