Johnnie Walker Red
August 8, 2009 in Smokin' Comments
Hello, it’s Your Editor here. This post is a comment left by BellTolls on the Robert Carlyle sells you whiskey thing a recent while back and I, in a bout of benevolence, must now share it with you so it will enrich your life because it is Smokin’. You must read this and enjoy it.
Can I tell a story? Okay, I will.
During a huge storm in Manhattan many years ago all the snowbound residents of my apartment floor threw open their doors and had a party. I had noticed there were many attractive people on my floor –especially the young women down the hall. It was just like Friends. but if real people. The party moved outside into the two feet of snow for a drunken game of football. A beautiful Southern Belle took to tackling me on every play even when I didn’t have the ball. I think she liked me! Later after a crawl through Village bars ending with us being eased out of the Lion’s Head at about three, the Southern Belle whispered in my ear, “If we are going to be seeing each other you are going to have to start drinking Johnnie Walker Red.” “Sure!” I said.
As we ran through our whirlwind romance I noticed my fondness for Johnnie Walker Red increased in inverse proportion to the Southern Belle’s fondness for me. As our efforts to maintain our white hot love affair waned we took to having late night conversations to figure out our relationship that kept her roommates up late or if at my place were sidetracked by Walker fueled sex in my apartment. Southern in an effort to move are discussion along turned to me one night and said, “You can stop drinking Johhnie Walker Red, now.” And so I did. Next time she came over there was a chilled bottle of Absolut in the refrigerator.
(Yes, it’s Your Editor again. From now on if something like the above catches my eye in the comments I’m going to steal it and run it as a post of it’s own and under your name because I have that type of power, yeah, I do, you’ve known I can do this for a time now but for some reason you’ve never been able to ask me if it was true, so the cat’s out of the kettle now and you should expect this feature to be as frequent as you are brilliant.)