bottle 17 parts one and two or whiskey weekend!

what in the fuck is this two part nonsense i bet you’re asking yourself. confused, angry, irrational, waiting for something that will help you make sense of it all. well it’s fairly simple.

beginning on thursday we went in to whiskey weekend. yes i know that thursday doesn’t start the weekend but you really need to stop busting my balls, i’m trying to explain what happened. this was when bottle 16 came in to play. whiskey weekend continued on to the next day only a friend brought a bottle of makers mark so we went that route.

fast forward through blood, urine, people falling off moving cars while trying to car surf crybaby style, as well as other random shenanigans you could guess that saturday set heavy on everyone’s soul. people’s stomachs and injuries from prior days of whiskey drinking limited the amount of alcohol they wanted anything to do with. so, given that:

part one was me drinking fighting cock by myself bored as all fuck. no lesson really was learned and the remainder of the bottle went in to sunday nowhere near as drained as the rest of us were. i guess the lesson is that fighting cock will always come out on top. the difference being that you will stand proudly by it’s side or under it’s talons as a broken individual.

part two came on the final day of whiskey weekend and was quite enjoyable. a part of that being because it was the first time throughout the whole experiment that we decided to mix fighting cock in to something else. at this point i’m sure some of you are building the gallows at news of such blasphemy. i throw myself at your mercy but remind you that there was no such rule prohibiting us from doing so. besides, high balls are awesome.

wanna make one at home? here’s what you do. you will need:

• fighting cock of course

• ale 8 or another ginger flavored soft drink

• lemon juice

• ice

depending on how you like it will determine how much of each ingredient sans the lemon juice cause you just need a splash and the ice. most people either do a 3 to 1 or 4 to 1 mix.

this highball doesn’t have a name and we were way too drunk to even be thinking about giving it one. these things are great though. i would pack a glass all day everyday if not for holding down a job and the many dui and pi charges that would most certainly occur.

so no lesson from part two really. other than just suggestions on how to stay classy.

bottle 16 or sweet sixteen

the embrace of an old friend has that sense of joy and lifted spirit. the reunion with fighting cock after a good amount of time, i can say, carried no such sensations. well maybe the joy. it was still pretty good though.

i woke up with the random party scars that i dont remember and of course slept with my lights on. i did manage to get my shoes off, which is a good sign. i knew the flogging was going to be a good one though. it had been a good long while. september isn’t too far away but it doesnt seem that close either.

todays lesson is that once you learn how to ride a bicycle you never forget. you’ll simply remember it with contempt and disappointment unless it was a good time. my bet is no. good times are few and far between. and most involve alcohol and an ability to run things according to plan, to the t.

we need a get rich quick scheme. perhaps the cock will give us guidance. poor, misguided, tasty guidance.