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whilst browsing the liquor store one day
By briantologist | November 22, 2008
Y’know, it never fails: You pop into the liquor store to stock up on provisions, you turn the corner into a back aisle — and just like that, you meet a lady in red who changes your life.
I mean, look. I feel pretty strongly about booze, in a positive way. Maybe that’s why I’m having a hard time imagining the need to dress up your hooch like … like a hooch, actually, to increase its appeal. On the other hand, maybe for career alcoholics it’s the equivalent of a couple that’s been married 40 years going a little nuts at Fredrick’s of Hollywood and getting The Missus a bra that’s not flesh-colored — sometimes, even in the most thoroughly field-tested relationship, you’ve gotta mix things up once in a while. Either way, it’s kinda hard not to imagine some poor schmuck waking up to find he’s consummated his relationship with this bottle in some cheap hotel room by the Interstate. Can’t you just see the tiny red dress wadded up on the orange shag carpet? Well friend, then you’re not looking hard enough.
Tomorrow: Liquor, Guns & Ammo.
Topics: Baffled Mutterings, Chicago, Hoo!, NaBloPoMo | 1 Comment »
November 24th, 2008 at 9:11 am
Snoop Dog brought that bottle of cognac to the Martha Stewart show. And then couldn’t get it open. No shit:
http://www.seriouseats.com/2008/11/snoop-dogg-on-martha-stewart-making-cognac-mashed-potatoes.html