We had a birthday party going on in one of the rooms last night. It was a 60th birthday party, there were no kids involved. They had an open bar for a few hours, and the servers were busily running back and forth getting drinks. One party goer, the son of the birthday girl, started out drinking a Manhattan, made with Wild Turkey bourbon. Okay. I noticed that this drink was being ordered in rapid succession, so I asked if it was the same person drinking all these, or was there more than one person drinking them. Nope, no one else, they were all for the same guy.
After drinking three of them, he wanted a Wild Turkey Manhattan, made without the Sweet Vermouth. Why not just order what you want? Wild Turkey on the rocks. Was he thinking that ordering a Manhattan without the vermouth sounded classier than just ordering booze on the rocks? Maybe, maybe not. Or maybe thinking just isn’t one of his strong points.
Upon receiving his third Wild Turkey on the rocks, he declared to the server that it was WAY too sweet…..now I know, that class has nothing to do with it…..he’s just an idiot. There is nothing sweet about Wild turkey….and if you think there is way too much of the non-existent vermouth in your drink, then you’ve had too much. I don’t think this guy was old enough to have had his taste buds totally obliterated by mass quantities of alcohol yet, but he is well on his way.
Was he trying to impress the group with his knowledge of liquor? Perhaps. But all he did was to prove to us that he should probably be cut off now. If you think you’re that knowledgeable, and your palate is that finely tuned, AND don’t realize that you’re drinking straight booze….again, back to the idiot thing. But my guess would be that alcohol isn’t the only thing you shoot off your mouth about, and remove all doubt.
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