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I'm a Bourbon man myself. Maker's is great (and relatively cheap), as is Woodford Reserve.

I've tried to do the single-malt scotch thing, and I just can't get on board. I actually prefer a nice blended to any of the single-malts I've tried. I keep expecting them to be smooth, but they all seem hot and jagged going down. << there's a funny tranny hooker joke in there somewhere

DarkAxel wrote:But you have to admit that when you're going to party, drinking a good whisk(e)y is really stoopid...

so you drink the shitty one and enjoy yourself because you get drunk as fuck (probably with the help of coke and i mean the drink, SPACERITUAL!) and don't waste a good whisk(e)y

These are words to live by.

Party = Jack Daniels
Not party = Maker's Mark, Powers.

Except for that one time I was in San Fransisco and I blacked out from too much Maker's.

OH AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE GLEN FUCKING LIVET?

sevenSHARPnine wrote:OH AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE GLEN FUCKING LIVET?

Yes we can, now that You reminded me.

I believe it was Glenlivet that I had vomited on me. Like, five years ago. I was in a local lawyers-rock-bar sort of joint we were playing in (imagine that, I think the regulars were actually shocked, but hey - I got paid so I'm fine with that) and I was bought drinks. 'All righty, it's whisley for me then.' And there was this local semi-hot looking bird who clearly had a target and my name on it SO SHE came to me at the bar desk after the show, pushed her cleavage next to me and, obviously wanting to impress me and to get the message through she drank my whisky - straight up like a fukken hotshot! And grinned, coughed with mascara running. And vomited on my shoes, yes, some class, if You don't mind

Bassus Sanguinis wrote:

sevenSHARPnine wrote:OH AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE GLEN FUCKING LIVET?

Yes we can, now that You reminded me.

I believe it was Glenlivet that I had vomited on me. Like, five years ago. I was in a local lawyers-rock-bar sort of joint we were playing in (imagine that, I think the regulars were actually shocked, but hey - I got paid so I'm fine with that) and I was bought drinks. 'All righty, it's whisley for me then.' And there was this local semi-hot looking bird who clearly had a target and my name on it SO SHE came to me at the bar desk after the show, pushed her cleavage next to me and, obviously wanting to impress me and to get the message through she drank my whisky - straight up like a fukken hotshot! And grinned, coughed with mascara running. And vomited on my shoes, yes, some class, if You don't mind

So that's how you met your wife? Awesome!

Haki wrote:

Bassus Sanguinis wrote:

sevenSHARPnine wrote:OH AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE GLEN FUCKING LIVET?

Yes we can, now that You reminded me.

I believe it was Glenlivet that I had vomited on me. Like, five years ago. I was in a local lawyers-rock-bar sort of joint we were playing in (imagine that, I think the regulars were actually shocked, but hey - I got paid so I'm fine with that) and I was bought drinks. 'All righty, it's whisley for me then.' And there was this local semi-hot looking bird who clearly had a target and my name on it SO SHE came to me at the bar desk after the show, pushed her cleavage next to me and, obviously wanting to impress me and to get the message through she drank my whisky - straight up like a fukken hotshot! And grinned, coughed with mascara running. And vomited on my shoes, yes, some class, if You don't mind

So that's how you met your wife? Awesome!

no... HER I met after the Ghost of Saturn video shoot, You've been misinformed. But by coincidence, the dating game that night, too, was through in some two minutes before we left for the cab. Guess I'm predictable like that. Only this time we got married, to a big surprise of the local scene and the rival bachelors/ladies. But that's another story, and it doesn't involve whiske. It's all vodka fuelled.

Bassus Sanguinis wrote:

sevenSHARPnine wrote:OH AND CAN WE TALK ABOUT THE GLEN FUCKING LIVET?

Yes we can, now that You reminded me.

I believe it was Glenlivet that I had vomited on me. Like, five years ago. I was in a local lawyers-rock-bar sort of joint we were playing in (imagine that, I think the regulars were actually shocked, but hey - I got paid so I'm fine with that) and I was bought drinks. 'All righty, it's whisley for me then.' And there was this local semi-hot looking bird who clearly had a target and my name on it SO SHE came to me at the bar desk after the show, pushed her cleavage next to me and, obviously wanting to impress me and to get the message through she drank my whisky - straight up like a fukken hotshot! And grinned, coughed with mascara running. And vomited on my shoes, yes, some class, if You don't mind

This story has too much awesome!

Knob Creek is my personal favorite. It is exceedingly expensive in large amounts though,

chivas regal 12 year?

got six axis grinder training in 10 hours!?!?!?!?!

theshoegazer wrote:Knob Creek is my personal favorite. It is exceedingly expensive in large amounts though,

A Liquor store near me has something called "Dollar Days". Twice a year for two days, they sell everything for $1 over their cost. I usually get 3 or 4 Knob Creek and 3 or 4 Maker's Mark.

Then I get FUCKIN LIT UP!

Bassus Sanguinis wrote: no... HER I met after the Ghost of Saturn video shoot, You've been misinformed. But by coincidence, the dating game that night, too, was through in some two minutes before we left for the cab. Guess I'm predictable like that. Only this time we got married, to a big surprise of the local scene and the rival bachelors/ladies. But that's another story, and it doesn't involve whiske. It's all vodka fuelled.

You need to tell that story.

MLC, when are we gonna have a drink?! If you ever make it out to California, it's on me.

hell yeah sharpie!

idk when though. i am going out east some time this year so west might be next year...

hit the chivas regal 12yr early and often last night. get a call a few hours in, boss forgot to tell me to be in at 7am for six axis grinder training...