In the last couple months, I've kind of gotten into Scotch whiskey, liquor that I had never really thought about before. I think it started with our catch-up binge of the TV series, Mad Men, and I've been going through a Don Draper-wannabe phase, which made me realize what a wuss I've always been with my alcoholic-beverage choices, so I went right for the other extreme. I started with Glenlivit 12, which Jerry happened to have in our liquor cabinet. Then a client gave me a bottle Balvenie Doublewood. Both brands are terrific.
So I've been learning and trying various brands of Scotch, mostly, unfortunately, at the high end, which has made me become a Scotch snob who looks down on the lesser brands of Scotch.
A month or so ago, I was with my two business partners at our happy-hour bar next door to the office, and I asked the waiter for a glass of whatever their best Scotch was. He said, "That would be our Macallan 18," so that's what I had, and it was so wonderful that it was practically a life-altering experience. But then we got the bill: $30 for that little two-fingers of Scotch. Whoops. But I played it cool, just as Don Draper would have.
Now we're on a new TV-watching binge, a show that has been around since 2008 (we're always a little behind the times), Breaking Bad, in which the main character produces and sells crystal meth. No temptations there.