Whiskey and Me
Monday, October 3rd, 2016I wasn’t looking for something new, but it must have been evident to my friend that I wasn’t entirely satisfied with the status quo. In fact, the lack of consistency in the company I was keeping was probably what triggered Jeff to set me up on a blind date.
As I dug into the plate of  French fries in front of me (a choice I was entirely consistent about)), Jeff slid a glass my way. Tired of waiting for me to select a drink, he had made a decision for me. “It’s scotch. Try it.” he said. I protested that I had tried scotch before and only liked it when mixed with other things and… “You’ve been doing it wrong. Drink.”