Of Simon and Garfunkle..... The one that is NOT Garfunkle

So a few weeks ago my friend Scott decides that we should start drinking bourbon. It is, after all, the drink of Southern gentlemen and we need to be more cultured.... i guess. So he does a little research and picks a bottle of wild turkey. I can't honestly say that i know the difference between whiskey, rye, scotch or bourbon, hence our need to be more cultured (If that's what makes you cultured then I would say being able to swim makes you a boat). But we have this bottle of bourbon, and we're ready to drink it, sort of. I didn't have whiskey glasses so i poured a shot of bourbon into some small water glasses over ice. This was a special occasion so Scott put on some AC/DC to get us pumped up. And I got out a picture of Sean Connery, the baddest MoFo to ever grace this beautiful planet, to make sure we were drinking in the presence of a real man (I wish i was making that part up). So there we stand, AC/DC playing, Sir Sean watching, bourbon in our hands, and we take a deep sniff (I don't know if you've ever sniffed bourbon but i don't recommend making a hobby of it) and we both think "hmmm, better have a chase". So we open the fridge..... skip the milk.... water's no good..... lemonade? It'll have to do.

It was a disgrace to Mr Connery that we couldn't finish those shots of bourbon. I can just imagine his gruff scottish accent echoing in my head. "What's the matter boys? Can't finish your bourbon, eh?" And that's what hurts the most. Letting down such a legend of a man. An actor with brilliance and class. His roles are fantastically epic. Multiple roles as James Bond, a shut in in Finding Forester, even a dragon in Dragonheart. Any one of these characters are something that you can admire and when Sean puts his own unique characteristics into these roles they become something extraordinary. Blah blah blah beats his wife blah blah....