martini. i want to drink with james bond. i forget the exact martini he had (it was martini right?). its always the 'shaken, not stirred' part that sticks. either way, we could tie one on and fuck around with all the cool gadgets and weapons he uses. maybe double up and work a covert op while completely tossed, then tag team M.
non-fiction would be with a man i met when i was first assigned to bravo company, 1st platoon, 2-14 infantry in ft. drum NY. Cpl. Joyner. this guy was fucking great, and a tried and true hero. i was the new guy, but could drink most of the company under the table. some were pretty young, hell not that i was an old man. but at the tender age of 22, i had enough experience under my belt. anyways, joyner noticed my boozing habits and invited me into his barracks room from time to time. we would pass the whiskey bottle back and forth. no glasses or mixed units. just pulls from the bottle. joyner was on his way out, getting med-boarded because of injuries sustained during the units previous deployment. most of his face and left half of his body were badly scarred (burns) when his humvee got hit. fucking ied's. but we connected ya know? two guys who shared a bond and a bottle. frequently we wouldn't even talk that much. we just drank and nodded to one another.
ooo oo, and a drink with all of you fine folks of course!
my drink types are a cyclical device of life, and thus in line with pretty much every other circle-jerk function that provides timing between one drink to the next.