I will admit that I am not that big of a drinker. But in my limited observation, a gin drunk seems to be a smoother, easier, more dare I say it, more sophisticated drunk, than my normal, Miller High Life (the champagne of beers) drunk.
Perhaps it's the manner of consumption? When drinking beer, and I do enjoy cold beer, I seem to race from the top of the bottle, to the bottom. It's as if I open the hatch , and pour it down. I will admit on a long hot day, there are few things I enjoy more than that first taste of a frothy beverage hitting my parched lips.
But the Gin drunk, it teases you, swirls about your head and sneaks up on you. Perhaps it's the slower drinking, the sips, the brisk refreshing tonic dancing in my mouth. I use my straw and I stir the magic elixir, just one more sip and everything will be numb. 
Numb enough to dance at a wedding? Not quite, but a marvelous time none the less, as all my family (minus children), got together last night as the kid who grew up next door to us got married. The Bride was beautiful, The groom looked great, and really for me, it gave me a great reason to see my family, and for all of us to be together.
The reality of the situation is that my brothers and I don't stay in touch as much as we should.
Sometimes old wounds are tough to heal. That's not pointing blame, it's stating a fact. But last night, from the moment we "took care of the bartender", through walking like panthers through Philly to find a packie, to Bryan finally getting his win in a Superbowl of facial hair contest, to when Diane decided to clear out table by dumping it on the ground, everything was fine. The night was pretty outstanding.
Although I was very happy for the bride and groom, selfishly I enjoyed the excuse to be with my family, and perhaps act the fool just a little. It was a pretty great night. You know I always complain about having to go to wedding, but I'll admit, I always have a wonderful time.
cross practice this morning, ought to be very special. If (i)paul smells gin, it's me.
respect.
fm
4 comments:
"And sniff me out like I was Tanqueray"
I too enjoy an Imperial Pint sized Gin & Tonic 2 to 12 times a summer. Mmmm. You two clean up real nice ;)
Marc be very careful around those people!!! You and D are the only ones that don't have the "Red Eyes". However, they are all 'Zombies'!!...you can tell by the eyes.
wasn;t wrestling the sport of your youth?
I am sure you wrestled like you ride a bike
with passion
passion and devotion that have lead to achievement for sure
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