I’ve managed to break another tablet. I mention this since it has been a while since I’ve posted. I travel during the week and use my tablet to stay connected. I managed to break this tablet, by plugging my cell phone charger into my tablet. Not that this had any thing to do with drinking whiskey straight. It happened during the airport apocalypse. I can assure you there was no whiskey involved in that incident though I think it couldn’t have hurt.
I stay at a hotel in Sioux Falls with a secret club on the ninth floor. You have to know about it and then beg and whine to get access. Since I’m a superb whiner, I was granted access the second night. Persistence, squeaky wheel, you know the drill…
I was given a key card to swipe on the reader in the elevator. This allows you to reach the hitherto inaccessible ninth floor run by Charlie, a lovely older lady. Charlie’s an interesting character. She use to be a manager with the hotel before she had a brain aneurysm. She has some memory related issues but other than that, she’s in tiptop shape.
At this point, you’re thinking where does the whiskey come in. The attraction of the secret club is an open bar and free food. They serve an entree and what I call bits and pieces, cheese, nuts, shrimp and the like. And did I mention the open bar is free. The Ninth Floor began to remind me of gangster movie, which led to drinking liquor straight.
I would step up to Charlie’s bar and say, “Whiskey, straight.”
Her brows would wrinkle and she would say, “Really?”
I replied, “Yeah.” Like a gansta says yeah.
She would shake her head like we hadn’t been through this the night before and pour the cocktail. I grabbed it, downed it and slammed the glass back down. The mostly male audience was impressed. And I would go about my evening.
Recently I went in for a checkup. My doctor is a tiny thing, even shorter than my five foot two self. This doctor makes grown men quake, even other doctors.
I have a policy “Be bad, but don’t lie about it.” So when she asked, You’re a moderate drinker, right?
I replied, “Yeah, mostly. Except for the whiskey, straight, only one, a night.”
She stopped and turned. I’m sure she assumed I would have a different answer.
“What you mean?” she asked, looking at me over her glasses.
“I found this club. The drinks are free. One thing leads to another. You know.”
The diminutive doctor comes over. Patting my arm she said, “Just because it’s free, doesn’t mean we want it.”
Now when a bartender asks me, “Want something to drink?”
I replied, “Nah, my doctor told me to stop drinking whiskey straight.”
Which gets about the same reaction as drinking whiskey straight.
Sounds like my kind of hotel! Fun reading!
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I love those secret floors. I traveled heavily for over 15 years and found them to be very handy. Would eat “dinner” there and have some wine and then wait for desserts to come out at 8PM.
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Love the post!
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You had me in stitches:
“I have a policy “Be bad, but don’t lie about it.” What followed next had me nodding along, almost mouthing the words. Have never known a secret club though. ~(*_~)~~
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Makes perfect sense after two whiskey straights
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Great story. You should write a book. And glad to see you spell whiskey the correct way! 😉
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When last I was in Sioux Falls, there were no hotels taller than six stories. So either the hotel is new, or it’s been longer than I realized.
My hotel has a similar free bar for preferred (or whiny) guests. I seldom go in there.
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Thanks for the warning. I will never plug my cell phone charger into my tablet.
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I like the gangster part, there are a lot of buildings in my town where I imagine they hung out, Bonnie and Clyde did for sure. Thanks for all your likes on my posts , I enjoy your writing too!
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Thanks. Bernie and Dee, it sounds a little like Bonnie and Clyde.
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I like my whiskey, also. Especially Johnnie Walker Double Black. I love the extra smoky smell and flavor. And yes, I drink my whiskey straight. I want it not because it’s free, but because it’s damned good. But I limit myself to a few drinks a week because I know alcohol is not good for the body. It’s great for my spirit, though!
Cheers, and enjoy your whiskey any way you want it. And thanks for stopping by my blog : )
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Cheers.
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So please to see you spell WHISKEY correctly, The Irish way!!!the Scots lost the E somewhere in the Highlands
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Thank you. I had the opportunity to stop by Ireland for a while. I was in Galway and Dingle. I drove a car from Germany to the western shore of Ireland, which was my real destination. It is the only place I’ve been to that feels like magic could exist. Loved it. Thanks for stopping by.
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Enjoyed the story. It went down like a single malt – neat.
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Why thanks, I appreciate it.
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I had to stop drinking, kept waking up on the floor of someone’s home, someone I did not know. And then there was the “coffee table surfing incident” but we will leave that alone.
Nice read, you always hit the mark.
DS
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I really didn’t have a problem with it. It’s the doctor who did. Thanks. Dee
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