there is something to be said for sipping. it has it's place in the world of delicious liquids.
but just now, i poured 2 and half shots of good bourbon over a small handfull of ice cubes. i left it to sit on the counter while i made my crazy, beautiful, black dog walk around the back yard, and pee on the fresh snow.
i came back inside, checked on my girls, sat down, down stairs, and took one big, long, slow, drink. done any faster my actions would have defined the word gulp.....
it was perfect. the ice cubes had melted enough to change shape but they were still heavy enough to make that melodic clink on the glass. there was just enough water melted in to chill the bourbon, and ease the burn. but then like the last 3 minutes of a 4th of july fireworks show in kentuky a warm, shower of light exploded behind the darkend walls of my stomach. all is well.
but just now, i poured 2 and half shots of good bourbon over a small handfull of ice cubes. i left it to sit on the counter while i made my crazy, beautiful, black dog walk around the back yard, and pee on the fresh snow.
i came back inside, checked on my girls, sat down, down stairs, and took one big, long, slow, drink. done any faster my actions would have defined the word gulp.....
it was perfect. the ice cubes had melted enough to change shape but they were still heavy enough to make that melodic clink on the glass. there was just enough water melted in to chill the bourbon, and ease the burn. but then like the last 3 minutes of a 4th of july fireworks show in kentuky a warm, shower of light exploded behind the darkend walls of my stomach. all is well.