Funny story, I dated a girl a number of years back and she we were both in one of those, 'summer wedding every week' periods. So I drank scotch at every reception because I was getting tired of them and made it my mission to get plastered Wouldn't ya know it, but I acquired the taste for scotch. For my next birthday, girlfriend got me a bottle of Macallan 12 year. Fantastic.
About a year later, I'm at a bachelor party for my college roommate. Sitting outside of Sullivan's steakhouse smoking cigars, and I order a Macallan 18 year. Fantastic x 2.
Cut to another year later, and I'm dating a new girl. The girl of my dreams. The girl I'm ready to propose to, and we are coming home from a Cubs game. Oh her best guy friend is in town, at the W Hotel. Let's get a cab and meet him? On the way there, all I hear is how great he is, he saves lives and adopts puppies. I try to outclass him by ordering a Macallan 25 year. Barkeep pours it, and I drink it. It tastes like heaven. Never before have I tasted something so good. The sweet tones on my tongue initially, followed by the smokey aftertaste that you know some Highlands man with a big red beard made for YOU, AND YOU ALONE.
I'm enjoying my glass, triumphantly showing off my palate, and then the bill for that one drink comes. $125 for two fingers. And it was that day, that I realized a public school teacher can't like fancy things.
