Couple margaritas with dinner. Yum. Neighbor invited us over to his porch for beers in a bit.

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Victory Brewing. Dirt Wolf. 8.7abv.

It's lovely. If you've ever had dog fish head 90 minute, it's very similar.

Beer advocate gives it a 95 (world class)
http://www.beeradvocate.com/beer/pro...t=topr&start=0

Ima get drunk as fuck tonight. And if one person, ONE, tries to get between me and whatever I end up drinking, I ain't gonna be too nice about moving that sumbitch outta my way. Ima go to my spot on the river, and if anyone's there they're gonna hafta GTFO. My spot. I pay for it. GTFO.

I've absolutely had it with every air breathing motherfucker on the planet today. I want to be alone. I can't think of a person I want even near me right now. Fuck off, you.

Just me and my stick(s), awaiting the sweet embrace of alcohol. Lots and lots of alcohol. And weed. Big, thumb-fat doobies (<---plural) of the good shit. Dark and sticky and stinky.

If had anything in the house I'd start drinking RFN.

I'd join you, but:

1) I am one of the air-breathing mudderpluckers on the planet, so you'd kick me out
2) I'm in a relatively good mood today (though I've had those moods of which you speak, quite often)
3) I live too far away
4) I have my niece's softball game to go to tonight
5) I'm trying to cut back

Drinking by the river is one of the best solo drinking experiences you can have...just don't fall in, hit your head, and drown...like a late night fisherman neighbor (my age) did a couple years ago.

:)

I miss sitting on the banks of the old sewage lagoon.........sigh

Oh noes, a whiskey shortage is coming, especially TN whiskey.

I'm not worried. you can always make your own as long as you have corn

Matthew McConaughey is Wild Turkey’s New Creative Director



An interesting eight-minute vid, well worth the watch.

McConaughey took a drink and said:

First G&T of the summer.

Worth the 973 days of winter last year.

Gravdigr,

That was excellent, thank you. I like bourbon, I like Wild Turkey, heck, I even like Mr McConaughey (though his name sounds like he'd be from the land of Laphroaig).

Speaking of which, in return for that treat, I offer you this, a tour of the Laphroaig Distillery.

Also enjoyable:

Angel's Share

I'm a smartass who likes to invent drinks. :D

Recipe #1:
Milk
Coffee liqueur
Chocolate syrup
Vodka
Actual cream

Start with the milk. Add choc. syrup to taste, and when it's almost perfect slowly whisk in both kinds of booze. Sample often, and make note of the rough amounts used to make it taste the way you like it best. Add a small dash of whipping cream for thickness if you're not worried about fat content. When I perfected my recipe from what began as a homemade Bailey's knockoff recipe, my best friend inadvertently named it by commenting "It's like being kicked in the head by a chocolate-covered mule...and liking it." So we call it Chocolate-Covered Mule.

Recipe #2:
Blood orange juice
X-Rated brand liqueur (blood orange-passionfruit, I think)
Vodka

This one's more labor-intensive, at least out here in the sticks, because I have to juice the oranges by hand. 2 oranges will make a good base for a strong drink, so this isn't a great one for huge parties. With that out of the way, you make this by combining the juice and booze in whatever proportions taste best (I know, I'm totally unhelpful about measurements here). I like to garnish it with novelty ice cubes, specifically the ones shaped like skulls, icebergs, shark fins, and the Titanic. We call this drink the Bucket O'Blood.

Recipe #3
Pomegranate juice or juice blend--any dark red juice you like will work; I happen to like pomegranate and hate cranberry.
Vodka
Sprite (tho any clear lemon-lime soda should work)

I use about 1.5 to 2 shots of vodka, about 3 shots of juice, and pour Sprite on top until the cup is full. The name comes from a complicated blend of my smartassery, my knowledge of many things horse-related, and a random choice of container for the first batch. The container is an oversize coffee mug my neighbor got as a promo gift with an order of cigars, and is adorned with the logos of the Man O'War brand of cigars. Some of you may know there was a VERY famous racehorse many decades ago whose name was Man O'War; he won 20 of his 21 racing starts, including a spectacular "match race" against his lifetime competitor, Sir Barton. When they were raced just against one another to prove who was the better horse, Man O'War won...by over 200 feet of clear space! In horse racing, a "length" is the length of the horse from the front point of its shoulder to the back point of its haunch just below the tail, which tends to be around 7-8 feet. So I mix up this bright red concoction in a mug with Man O'War written on it and immediately named it 21 Lengths--the official distance by which Big Red won that match race.

Y'know...

I don't have access to a spot on a river, dammit, cuz that would be SO awesome today. Today I spend packing so I can help my neighbor survive the drive. Tomorrow I load myself up with Valium until I'm just short of drooling on myself and we head BACK to Oregon. One of my neighbor's best friends, who he met in '88 and got sober with in '91, isn't looking likely to still be alive by the time we do the official Gallivant Westward next summer :(. So off we go to say goodbye.

It's like 8:25 in the morning, Mtn Daylight Time, as I type. The old saying "It's 5:00 somewhere" is so very true, and I'ma go ahead and start my pre-trip booze-a-rama because it's after 5:00 in Finland, dammit! :D