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| - You're enchanting.
Someone with a certain je ne sais quoi...call it aplomb.
Your friends know you as the life of the party. The 'crazy' one. The one who takes all the risks and always comes out the better for it.
Well if this is you. And you've yet to succumb to death in any number of odd ways.
If you're the type who can ingest a couple hits of LSD, drink a bottle of Johnny Walker Black, and drawing on your Catholic school years, recite the Catholic mass in it's entirety at a Mexican beach resort. Have I got the perfect place for you.
O'Donogue's Pub.
Here is where you can 'put on the dog' as all of elite Scottsdale looks on.
Start with a shot of MIdleton's Irish whiskey. It's cost around fifteen bucks a shot but worth every penny.
This is no ordinary whiskey folks. This tastes like the glistening sweat from a nubile young...[record scratch] sorry, the Midleton's.
It's much too expensive to get cronked on, you'll need to alternate with Irish Car Bombs and Guinness 'pints'.
One problem.
The pints take f.o.r.e.v.e.r to pour, since O'Donoghue's insist's on using all of the 119.5 seconds its maker recommends while pouring. For this reason, you'll need the bombs and shots to fill in.
If you've never tried this, I highly recommend this triumvirate of drinks.
Quite simply, their majesty is untouched by lesser drinking combinations, paring much the same way as does a fine Bordeaux with a Filet au Poivre and a side of bernaise.
Trust me on this one.
To wit, when properly consumed, and in the order recommended, the car bomb, Guinness and Middleton make for a deliciously fun afternoon. Laughs. Practical jokes. Darts that never seem to find their target.
And those Scottdale elites, looking on in horror and disbelief that anyone could get this drunk on a Tuesday night.
Suffice to say, you'll have so much fun, when you leave and one of your friends insults your truck's towing capacity by suggesting it isn't mildly capable of dragging someone's open windowed Camry from the Fry's parking lot over to the Starbucks drive-thru, where you'll leave it for dead, you'll take that wager!
After all, you're that special someone.
The one with all the je ne sais quois....assholiness in this case.
Note: To the owner of the late model red Camry in the Fry's parking lot...I hope we didn't fuck-up your car too badly. FYI, we did use a nylon tow strap wrapped around your rear axle, so there shouldn't be any damage to speak of.
If there is, it was my buddy Dave's idea. (and bet)
I didn't actually do any of the rigging....I just drove.
And, laughed.
A lot.
Anyways...sorry.
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