Oh i love my local.( only problem close enough to the major bar drag, that the cops run around and try and make sure everyone is obeying the law)
I went out tonight for a night of cigars and scotch.
Which means bypassing the local(anti smoking laws + no beer garden)
So after a solid night of smoking and above average scotch( JW black, say what you will about blends, but Black is always tasty).
I go walking by the local about 15 minutes past "closing time" and flip the owner a little B.S. He calls me a "dewar's freshman", and an other few jabs like that. Then proceeds to insist upon "proper training"
He pulls me inside and grabs his favorite scotch( i think it was the Glenlivet 18yo) and a glass of ice. Sits me down and we start on the bottle.
If the cops weren't about because of the upcoming usc v. nebraska game , I'd probably still be there.(looks from a man in blue @ the window, put it to an abrupt end. Your supposed to have patrons out within about 15 minutes of "closing time")
But i had 45 or so grand minutes of boozing with the owner, with the top shelf scotch.
Oh how sweet it was, and i long to do it again.





