bottle 17 parts one and two or whiskey weekend!
August 10, 2009
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.
August 10, 2009 at 7:47 pm
As I, and all the many Animals of Bo Fork JOined round and took the grey letters beside Wax Red, Worry would set in. Barabbas was of glowing nerves, and the mother and child goat, they bayed and a vigil was soon to commence. But, there, in all the chaos behind me, was little Billy, kissing his flask, and leaning on his Wave.
“He said he learned about the talons. . . assholes. I’m heading up the hill” And he walked away.