Dan and I were lounging around the pool yesterday, just relaxing enjoying the beautiful day. He struck up a conversation with the neighbor and ended up inviting him over. After a bit the subject turned to alcohol and Dan decided to offer up some Bourbon. I
assumed he would take the generic stuff I have sitting on the bar that I use for Old Fashioneds. But no, he got the bright idea to go into the cabinet and pick out any old random bottle. I partially blame myself for not seeing what they were drinking and that is one of the best bottles I currently have in my collection. I wasn't aware because Dan kept the bottle in the house and out of the sun. So when he'd get them each a new pour, he'd go inside. 90 minutes later they were both smashed. They were funny and all, but so loud.
It turns out they were drinking a very hard to find bottle of George T Stagg and a very high proof of 131. It cost me $180. And they drank 3/4 of it.
Within 2 hours of opening the bottle, they had both passed out and were snoring in the Adirondack chairs. Snoring so loud I couldn't even concentrate on reading. I was going to go for a walk, but I was afraid one of them might try and get up and accidentally fall in the pool.
So I poured myself a generous glass, capped the bottle, and put it on the bar. It was so good. It didn't have the kick of high proof. So so good.
Dan and the neighbor woke up about 3 hours later. I made them dinner. Sent the neighbor on his way home. Dan laid on the couch and went back to sleep. I went to bed about 11:00pm last night and left him laying there. He woke up this morning about 4am and crawled into bed wanting to make love. I told him no way and to leave me alone and that I was mad at him for drinking my good bottle. He promised to replace it. "Good luck with that," I told him.