Drink #13 Kamikaze

2.1.2012

Dear reader who’s been drinking alcohol longer than 1 month,

What I am about to divulge is not going to blow your mind, I can promise you, but I’m going to say it anyway: shots are quick. I mean like–BAM!–and it’s gone.

I’m telling you this because it will explain why I broke my own rule of “1 drink only of any said drink” and had 2 kamikaze shots. Stay with me.

Joe and decided to meet up with some good friends at Nellie’s Sports Bar, this really fantastic gay, legitimate sports bar with several floors of bars, solid food and some fun entertainment options. We had dinner in the dining room and then went up with our friends to their well-stocked upstairs outdoor terrace.

[Should I elaborate on the whole gay-sports-bar thing? I know some readers will be like “is that possible?! blah blah something ignorant blah” Eh, it works and is a great asset to the gay and general community. I’ll think more about challenging stereotypes later when I have the interest and energy]

Joe ordered us each a kamikaze shot. If you’re unfamiliar, a traditional kamikaze is vodka, triple sec, and fresh lime. I sampled a bit of it with my finger–it tasted like a limeade. And then after some cheering from my friends, threw my head back and downed that shot like I had seen so many others do so many times.

I tasted lime. It was cold, sweet, had a slight alcohol burn… and then it was gone.

I was kinda sad.

So I ordered another.

Yes, yes, I know. I warned people early in my sangria blanca post that I might break my own rules some day. And so, the first break came on the 13th drink. That seems appropriate.

I figured, they’re tiny. So very very tiny. Two seems more appropriate for shots and, hell, for the second one I’ll really be able to taste it so I can describe it.

Ok, second shot, same drink: I tasted lime. It was cold, sweet, still had that slight alcohol burn. It was certainly tangy… and then it was gone again. Ha.

Damn. But I guess that’s just the thing: shots are just these tasty little throw-backs to the throat and then you move on to the next one or the next drink. I can absolutely see how you can do shot after shot and then quickly become sloppy-shit-faced-hitting-on-the-coat-rack drunk (not to name names). Before they can get sloppy, they’re a lot of fun.

But yet again, I personally didn’t feel anything–drunkwise. I’m starting to think I’m too fat superhuman. It’s like I’m 230lbs 17 years old all over again. I’m invincible!

So, yep, that was it. We talked about work, DC, the general bar scene, shared a few drinks and then went home. Your basic extended happy hour. Much like the shot itself, it was a pretty fun and quick evening.

Wait… you know, now that I’m thinking about it, maybe I didn’t break any rules after all! No, you know what? Instead, what happened is that I just made a new rule: every firstshot gets two tries. Yep, that’s clearly a new rule. Nothing broken.

I’m so damn smart. I’m invincible!

Cheers to Chuck our bartender and Nellie’s for a great happy hour. And the Adventure continues!

Cheers, Ben


PS: Next up? I’m probably having another drink before the weekend–who knows what. Then I’m finishing the week by having some cocktail-of-choice at a friend’s Birthday dinner in Annapolis, MD on Saturday. And then I’ll kick-off next week with a New Castle during the Super Bowl.