I arrived at my destination to find others had arrived much earlier and, as a result, happy hour was in full effect.
In true form, they had their bottles of whiskey at the ready. One nice bottle and the other, well, not so much. As we discussed the whiskey choices, and as one member of the group was drinking a can of beer, someone made an astute observation, “Coors Light is the Black Velvet of beer.” This was followed up with another member’s commentary, “Are you really 28? I would have carded you if you came in for Black Velvet.” Clearly they weren’t talking to me – I don’t drink Black Velvet.
‘I guess the Black Velvet in a brown bag is a step up from last year,” I told the owner of the bottle. “Rape & Run, for those of you who are not familiar, is what they call R&R in Alaska. It is also one of his favorite whiskeys.”
As the night went on, the comments continued. When we asked one of the whiskeyteers a question, he replied, “You can’t handle the whiskey truth.” Bold move. Then, a few minutes later, when he was trying to convince everyone to drive to Vegas, he said, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas and what happens in Mesquite isn’t remembered.”
Unfortunately for him, and most likely fortunate for us, we were in neither of those locations.