My $50 Drink

My Favorite

I have been on a bourbon / whiskey kick lately. I don't know why or how this really started, but alas, here I am. My bank account hates me for it.

The other weekend, my good friend Meg had her work holiday party. What am I talking about "the other weekend?" It was a month ago this happened. I am horrible with time. Anywho, at her holiday party, I was sipping on my delicious whiskey, which was free. I love free alcohol. After the dancing and free booze ended, we continued the party at some fancy pants lounge. My good friend David from high school and his girlfriend were in town and they were meeting up with us there. He was visiting from DC (where he currently lives) and I haven't seen him in almost a year, so I was jumping out of my skin excited to give him a big hug and meet his lovely new girlfriend. We meet in the hotel lobby and after a few hugs, we slipped some name to the bouncer so we could go up to the rooftop lounge. I hate bouncers. Seriously dude, your job is not all the serious. Don't be a dick.

We all go upstairs. It's loud. I mean, I am screaming to David who is 2 feet away and I can barely hear myself..that loud. It is also really dark and I can't really see any of the bottles behind the bar. This has nothing to do with the fact that my vision might be slightly impaired from the free whiskey. Nothing at all. The only bottle that I can clearly read the label is Johnny Walker Blue. I ordered it like I was ordering eggs at brunch - like it was no big deal. "Oh, I will have a Johnny Walker Blue on the rocks, please. Also, a Corona and a Amstel Light, please." The bar tender, who is an asshole, didn't bat an eye and gave me exactly what I ordered. To be fair, she wasn't really an asshole but I think she could have said, "really idiot? do you want Johnny Walker Blue? You look like you might be new at this game." David seemed to be impressed with my order and asked if he could have a sip. Of course I handed him my glass and he said, "it's really good. I have never had this before." Little did I know that I should have charged him $10 for that little sip. After I get the tab, I nearly shat myself because my tab was $66. Now, I have spent well over $66 on a tab before so that's not the shocking bit. It was the fact that I ordered 3 drinks that led to a $66 tab that kind of made me go, hmmm - what the fuck. I was so confused and just assumed that the beers were pricey because we were at this fancy pants lounge. And then I took a closer look. Nope. The beers were reasonably priced at $8.00 each. And sadly, yes, $8.00 is reasonable for a beer in Manhattan. However, my glass of what I thought was whiskey but it really scotch was 50 fucking dollars, which is not reasonable by an standards. I am such a rookie.

As I am straining my voice screaming at David 2 feet away because it's so unbearably loud, I just keep thinking "this is not worth $50." It was good, don't get me wrong, but not $50-for-one-drink-good. It didn't give me an orgasm and I felt like it should. I don't know what $50 should taste like but that wasn't it. I actually enjoy Fruit Punch Kool Aid much more than Johnny Walker Blue.

Note to self: don't go chasing blue or purple labels. Stick to the rivers and the labels you're used to... Or just stick to good ol' trusty vodka and soda.