He drank like it mattered.

(She drank like it didn't.)

[i]Don't make me go all 'The Drive' and 'Earnest Byner' on you now.[/i]

Bring it on. I've only been hearing rationalizations of "the Fumble" for 15 years now, so this should be good...

[i]But if I had to do three words, it would be:

"Old time hockey !"[/i]

My favorite toast. I'll buy you a round. Anytime, anywhere.

[i]You feel a tingle in your gut, a loosening in your wallet, a glow at the bar. Every bottle there joins together in angelsong, like a 70s Coke commercial that isn't so lame, and your staring down the barrel of one of those nights. [/i] Poetry, man - Tom Waits-esque. There but for the grace of God ...

I'm not drinking alone - my cat is right here beside me. Course he refuses to take a drop, as usual. Abstemious feline bastard.

I'll have a Lagavulin, neat.

Oban's good stuff, for sure, as is the Balvenie. Personally I favor Lagavulin or Talisker, but it's really a matter of personal taste. To quote Robert Louis Stevenson: "The king o' drinks, as I conceive it, Talisker, Islay or Glenlivet..."

I should add that I suspect that the latter story was embellished for my (oblivious) benefit - no one ever reacted with the rage or resentment that it should have entailed were it strictly true. Still, it makes a good story, in the appropriate venue...

Worst - I'll have to plead an exception here, cause this is not even drinking related. Let's just say that helicopter flying doesn't agree with me. I very politely asked for my boss to pass his hardhat over, then very calmly and deliberately filled it to the brim with vomit. I think I had been on th...

Bring it - I'm a newbie but I'm here...