How come more people don’t causally throw back a few shots at home? I think its a great way to come home from work, line up a few shots and toss them back.
That’d wash the stink off.
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How come more people don’t causally throw back a few shots at home? I think its a great way to come home from work, line up a few shots and toss them back.
That’d wash the stink off.
I agree, but usually only result to shots if there aren’t any beers in the fridge and I don’t have ice to make a proper drink. I think it’s a pretty common thing to do, but folks aren’t as vocal about downing shots on a weekday for fear of being labeled an alcoholic.
The main reason I don’t have a ‘day ender’ when I get home is that I’m usually running right back out to the gym or the girlfriend’s place. Nights when I stay in and just do some gaming and cooking, I pour myself three fingers of bourbon as soon as I walk in the door.
Three vertical fingers, mind you.
I think the main reason I don’t have shots at home is that I don’t want to hear about it from the wife.
I would more often, except the whiskey I like is single malt scotch and I suspect it might get to be a bit expensive to blow through a bottle a week. Not that I wouldn’t like to (and have).
My sister in law and brother in law would regularly take shots of Jagermeister during commercial breaks of their favorite network shows. Each shot would be accompanied by a jarringly boisterous “SHOTSKI!!!”
Well because I used to go to work and do shots. Home is not for shots. In fact, after your 20’s, shots are the bailiwick of the onetime frat boy who is either unmarried or wishes he was. it’s the drinking equivalent of having long hair after turning 30 (ahem).
There’s absolutely nothing wrong with coming home and unwinding with hard liquor, and I mean scotch. After a certain age, it’s all about scotch. I know you watch Mad Men, Borgnine. And what do they all drink? Scotch. Even the young guys.
At first, a nice scotch and ginger, or soda. Then you hit that rough patch of life and take it on the rocks, or even neat, but it’s not a shot, it’s a drink. It comes in a bigger glass, and you want to taste it, not belt it. Belting liquor is always a bad idea. By the way, Jagermeister is never a good idea. Never.
Finally, when real maturity hits in, a bell just sort of goes off in your head around 5:30 every afternoon, and you pour yourself a Dewars and water over a few cubes of ice, graced with a lemon rind, served in a tub. You nurse that until the napkin can stick to the condensation on the sides of the glass. Then you have another. It helps digest whatever meal follows at 6:30. Ride that ritual out until you’re 75 years old and you’ll be fine.