I’m not sure where this came from, but recently I got a sudden impetus to so some “spring cleaning”… of my bar.
The Wife and I throw the occasional party. Also occasionally, I used to host a poker game now and then (others in my crew have taken over those duties lately on the rare poker night). Luckily for us, our friends are as much boozehounds as we are, so they tend to bring over bottles of liquor almost as often as they bring us bottle of wine or sixers of beer.
This tends to leave us with a densely populated bar, but often the citizens of that population are riding low. This is where I’ve recently gotten in trouble…
I was looking at the vast spread of booze on our counter about a week ago and decide that this would not do. Some of these bottles were years old! Time to cull the herd, I thought to myself, and I promptly poured myself a tumbler of Talisker (which I followed with another soon after, thus killing the bottle).
Since then I’ve been on a reasonable tear. Nothing too disturbing, mind you, but I have had doubles or triples on four of the last 7 or 8 nights…
Here’s my progress so far:
(It’s worth noting that the middle bottles will definitely be renewed soon.)
Sadly, I’m almost done with the low-riders. (OK, a check of the bar actually found some good candidates.) I guess I’ll have to get more ambitious now… 
i’m 3 for 4 for the above bottles. i’m not a fan of the talisker, it’s smoky as a bastard. the dahlwinnie on the other hand it’s mildly delish. sadly, i’ve not had the japanese whiskey (although i’m willing) and the appleton goes down just abit too easy.
lately, my drug of choice has been either ketel one or stoli oranj. mix either with soda water and maybe a garnish of lime and you’ve got a light refreshing beverage that will rock your boat.
remind me to tell you the story of sean, seamus and the 1.75 ketel bottle. it can’t be written down. let’s just say there was some singing (shay) and some step-dancing(sean). very, very, cool and sexy in front of the nubile 25 year old chickies.
Um… Wow.
You gotta get a dram o’ the Suntory. It’s not too costy, even though it would be worth it if it were.
if you need assistance, my friend, ‘ol ez’s just a few miles away
I’ve asked you about drinkin’ the past two days, dude…
Shit… I’m 20 miles away… I can help too!
That Japanese whiskey will grow hair out of the hairs on your balls. Good stuff. I picked up a bottle of “New House” scotch, namely a 14 year Oban. Of course, I’ve killed much of it these past few days putting shit away. “Daddy’s sweeping out the garage? He needs a shot of the stuff.”
i like to think one good thing about living with me was being able to say, ‘ed drink all that stuff.’ and being reasonably sure it would be gone in an hour. regardless. granted chances were good i would be growling at the dog and blowing spit bubbles at you… but still the offending liquids would be eated.