Wednesday, August 08, 2012

Tonight's ADWH Soundtrack...

Delbert...

Like a macho man, I said I'll fix it myself
I can tell already I'm gonna need some help
Now I gotta get it worked on
I gotta get it worked on
Yeah, I'm gon' have to get me some professional help


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I went down to New Orleans to see Miss Laroux
She said You're too far gone there ain't a thing I can do
But you better get it worked on
Better get it worked on
I can give you a number of someone to call
D'ya still have that number, Del?  I have a friend that might could use it.

Apropos o' nuthin'... I've discovered the best way to drink this Bulleit stuff is on the rocks.  I never took my scotch with ice, bein' sumthin' of a traditionalist in this space, I only took it neat or with a splash o' water.  But ice and bourbon seem made for each other, in that the ice mellows out the burn and makes bourbon a rather pleasant drink.  Last evening I took my first dose neat and the second with a splash, the results of which were less than impressive.  Tonight's a different story and I think this stuff will grow on me.  I can't wait for the rye to arrive...

9 comments:

  1. My dad always drank his bourbon in a shot glass with a water chaser. Or sometimes straight from the bottle (from behind the seat of his pickup truck).

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    1. Or sometimes straight from the bottle...

      Now that's a MAN'S man! My father always drank his bourbon with ginger ale in it... the classic highball. But then again, he bought cheap-ass bourbon until later in life when his taste improved.

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  2. "You're too far gone there ain't a thing I can do."

    LOL. Reminds me of the DaNang joke about the "Hong-Kong Dong." Seems a pilot from the 366th spent his HK R&R in places where he shouldn't and a week or so after he came back it began to get painful while answering the call of nature. At first he ignored it (he had had temp bladder infections before) but it rapidly became worse w.o. treatment and his "member" began to swell, turn purplish-green and ooze slightly. Hurrying to the Flight Surgeon, he asked for"pills, shots, anything." After much prodding, blood tests, etc., the Doc came back with the reply: "Looks like you've got a bad case of what we call the Hong-Kong Dong, a strain of VD resistant to all known antibiotics. At this stage the only thing we can do is amputate. "OMG!! AMPUTATE???" cried the terrified patient. "Oh LORD no! I need a second opinion!" Whereby he ran out, hopped in a jeep and drove around the field perimeter to the other side of the twin runways to the 1st MAW (Marine Air-Wing) where he consulted their Flt Surgeon. Came the same prognosis: Amputation. In a panic he then drove further down the road to the little Army Det. at the end of the Marine runway where they flew Otters, Caribous and Mohawks. "Doc, can you do anything for me!?" he groaned. Sadly, after an examination the answer came back the same. Now our guy was really disconsolate. Then he thought: "Wait a minute, all the best Drs are in the Navy! I'd better get one of those!" So he drove down to the NSA (Naval Support Activity) HQ on the riverfront in downtown DaNAng and checked in. Sadly, the experience was repeated--not even the Navy could save him.

    Later that night back at the O-Club, while nursing one of many drinks and commiserating with a squadron-mate, his friend opined: "You know, who to know more about the "Hong-Kong Dong" than a Hong-Kong Doctor? If I were you, I'd get myself back to HK as fast as possible." "You're right!" our man exclaimed as he brightened up. So the next am he finagled a basket-leave for a 2nd R&R to HK. Once there, he sought out the most prominent urologist in town. "Doc, you gotta do something! All my American Drs say they have to amputate!" The elderly gentleman closely examined him, prodded here and there, ran some tests, and came back by saying: "No problem, we don't have to amputate at all!" "WHEW" our guy said with a sigh of relief, "and all the American Docs said amputation was the only way." "Amputate, amputate, amputate! Surgery is all those hi-tech American doctors think of!" the Chinese Dr said disdainfully. "No need to amputate--just give it another two weeks and it'll fall off all by itself!"

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    1. There was a rumor circulating in the mid-'70s about a particularly virulent form of the clap known as "The Black (Sumthin')" that had all of us who were deploying to the Pee-Eye, Thailand, and other flesh-pots in SEA fairly concerned... in that it was supposedly incurable. I think the medicos started the rumor in a campaign to get the troops to "wrap it up." I know it worked, fer me, anyhoo.

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  3. Classic "Hi-Ball?" The Father of one of my best friends in N.O. used to drink "Presbyterians" --Canadian Mist (cheaper than CC) and, iirc, water on the rocks..(although most drink books use bourbon and equal parts ginger ale & soda water--I'm not so sure he didn't use ginger-ale cut w. water, my brain-cells aren't what they once were)

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    1. My Ol' Man NEVER had to worry about me raiding his likker locker when I was in my teens, mainly coz he drank SWILL. We're talkin' Ten High, Sunnybrook, and the cheapest Jim Beam he could find. Yecch.

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    2. "Swill?" Buck, if he was in that territory I CAN'T BELIEVE he didn't partake of Four Roses, lol.

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  4. PS: And in college in the 60s there was always super low-cost "Colonel Lee" Bourbon (Barton Brands, Bardstown, ky--still avail in 100 proof) and "Club House" brand (had crossed golf-club irons under some sort of crest on label) gin & vodka (don't remember if they had bourbon) if one wanted a true "blue light special," lol I searched far & wide on google and the ONLY place where I could find "Club House" Gin was--lol--you guessed it--@the website of "Select Cellars" downtown on Government St in Baton Rouge (www.batonrougewine.com--they have Barbancourt, too, they seemingly cover the waterfront from hi to low end in everything-check 'em out.)

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    1. Thanks for this, Virgil. I wasn't ignoring ya... I get all comments in e-mail, too. Sometimes I'm just slow to respond.

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