aged twelve years in oak

[dragonlady7]

So last night we went to Chris's wedding rehearsal and dinner. He gave gifts to all the groomsmen, of course. Dave got a hip flask engraved with his initials and the date of Chris's wedding.
So of course there has to be something to put *in* the aforementioned hip flask...

I dropped Dave off at Chris's house-- and he looks sharp in his tux, I must say. I gelled his hair with some light gel and then scraped it back into the tightest, slickest ponytail Dave has ever had ("I can't move my eyebrows!") so that it'll stay nice until tonight. He behaved himself marvellously, which is more than I can usually say when I try to do his hair. (He never did let me put a braid in it when it was long. he'd have looked like an adorable emaciated Viking. Especially before he got the decent razor.)

Then i drove myself over to Premier Liquor, which is the largest liquor store in NY State. I hovered for a while, debating. What should go into a flask carried by a groomsman at a wedding?
I debated and debated, hemming and hawing. I went through the Scotch aisle, the whiskey aisle, I checked over bourbons, I even went into the Irish whiskey aisle. Something important to know about me is that I am the daughter of a bagpiper, so I do know rather a bit about whiskey. (Dad never trusted "white man's medicine"-- when he broke his collarbone falling off a motorcycle, the whiskey worked far better than the codeine, so he gave up on pills. When anyone in the house had a headache, he'd carefully pour out a (short or full depending on body weight) shot of either B&B Liqueuer (sweet brandy-based liqueur) or Laphroaig (fiendishly expensive single malt) depending on the temperament of the recipient.
(I will here link to a photograph of my father so that you all can see why I snicker when the words "white man's medicine" come out of his mouth. Incidentally this photo was taken in 1977 and shows one way of totally avoiding the usual dated appearance of wedding photos. It's a dated appearance, sure, but a totally different date.)

So anyhow. If you'll pardon me, I have to go do my hair and pour seven ounces of Chivas Regal into a hip flask. I settled on Chivas instead of The Glenlivet because I thought perhaps a blended Scotch would be a little more user-friendly than single malt. I doubt any of the people swigging from the flask are scotch drinkers anyway...