Essays and Aphorisms: Shenanigans
Now you may get the impression from my writing that I am a very serious respectable journalist. Actually, that’s fairly unlikely, especially after the beer/sex act joke. Anyway, just in case anyone has made that mistake somehow I thought I would share some oddities from recent nights out.
It had been a quite fun night so far, my random writings and photo taking had resulted in a nice chat with the locals about what I was doing, and I had been making some recommendations of good whisky to try.
Then my good friend Dylan noticed they had something new. Some weird Jeremiah Weed drinks. Now one was kinda ginger and root beer styled and the other Sour Mash kinda bourbon styled. I was wary, and those many whisky bottles on the wall kept catching my eye. However I am nothing if not open to experimentation. So my tasting note done I decided to join them in sharing two bottles of these new beverages between us.
Dylan and Will started on the ginger one, and made vague appreciative noises.
Huh, now that’s a phrase that looks wrong out of context.
Anyway. I tried the Sour Mash one, reasoning it had a least a passing wave to my preferred style.
For feck sake why do I do these things?
It was as if someone had taken the vaguest whiff if bourbon and drowned it in water. If I wanted to ruin perfectly good spirits I can do that myself without having to get a fancy jam jar looking glass to do it with. Shortly after my two amigos decided that the ginger one wasn’t actually all that either, something I could have told them a long time beforehand. Then Dylan, very reasonably bowed out of drinking more than the small sample he had tried. With the reason being that he was the driver, leading to the following exchange
“God damn it, you ordered these pieces of shit and now you bow out?”
“Well yeah I’m driving”
“Ok. You have a good point. And we hate you for it”
“Well you wouldn’t want us to crash and die in a ball of flame”
“Yes, but only because that’s not the way we want you to die” “We have a list, a long one”
(DISCLAIMER: Despite the preceding piss take, we agree completely with Dylans choice and respect his decision. Drink driving is fucking stupid. Don’t do it. Seriously)
This was then followed by an example at the bar of exactly how bloody posh Bath is. A couple had come in and ordered Jagermeister Bombs, which if you are lucky enough to not know, is Red Bull with a shot glass of Jagermeister dropped in. By which I mean dropped in while still in the shot glass.
However this is Bath, so we couldn’t have that, no indeedy. Instead they dropped a shot glass of Woods 100 Old Navy Rum into a glass of Red Bull instead. A concoction rapidly called The Bath Bomb, or The Bath Dambuster instead.
All with the Star Inn’s amused bartender looking on and joining the fun.
Anyway, then I ordered a measure of Dalmore 15. The silliness didn’t stop, but at least I had quality whisky to enjoy it with.
So why am I writing all this? Because it’s easy on a night out to get lost in the wonderful whisky and great beer and forget – booze is great, but it’s the people that make it special.
Here’s to all you out there. Share a glass with me would you?