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11/09/2002 Entry: "How Dry I, Um...Wasn't."
I'm treating myself a little, calming down from from this hectic week with sushi and a nice porter. I don't actually drink at home very often, but I love a good chocolatey porter on a cool evening. Calories be damned.
As a rule, it's always insane at work on the day you need to leave early. Sure enough, after a couple of the crazy projects we're launching exploded in my face during the day, I ran frantically to the train to volunteer at Bingo Thursday (it looks like somebody in Geno's party was a big winner, too.) So I came home last night and had a "dry" night, rain not withstanding.
Keep reading before you send me a medal for temperance, though...Wednesday night, The Boyfriend brought me along to The Great Whisk(e)y Debate, a PR event for the Jim Beam beverage company. While a lot of the "debate" was clearly scripted, the two representatives were at least fun to watch. (That slight detachment is one of the benefits of seeing PR events from the inside.) We tasted two glasses of scotch and two of bourbon, and "judges" from their Marketing Group (!) were supposed to decide whose case was more convincing; you can probably guess what their decision was. [Ah, those PR folks, aren't they just absolutely fabulous? (Or then again, maybe not.)] The Boyfriend and his friends enjoy bourbon, and their minds were not much swayed towards scotch. With wine over dinner, they asked me which I liked better, the scotch or the bourbon?
I smiled and said, "Gin."
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Yes I hate all the people I went with!
Posted by Geno @ 11/12/2002 10:12 AM PST