Jack

Last night, I was at Greenwich Treehouse post work with Jo, Tommy, Reba (T's sis), and Tessie (T's ex) because Devon (T's cousin) was bartending.

Tom made the mistake of blurting out my new obsession with shooting Jack Daniels. Now, I think that's an overstatement but as of Monday night I have switched allegiances from vodka to whiskey....or bourbon in this case. So, in the name of all that is holy (10 years of committed vodka-rific drinking)I am now onto man-cohol. I've always held that hard drinking old men sip in the whiskey/scotch/bourbon realm of booze. To say I have joined them is an understatement.

Digression aside, Devon decided to ensure I follow on the path to liver failure in top form. He poured me an array of aforementioned alcohol ranging from Wild Turkey (yikes) to Crown Royal (aigh) to Canadian Rye (he called it The Bullet). It was a veritable tasting tournament until the owner of the bar decided we all needed to play Wii.

Wii Bowling to be specific. As with real bowling, I sucked initially but after some targeted coaching I beat Tommy. Devon and Tessie, whom D coached, were far ahead of us but I felt I was legitimately the most improved. I could never beat Tom in REAL bowling, but Wii bowling is a different matter entirely.