Ok. Raise your hands. How many came here after seeing that post title come up in your blog list? C’mon . . . let’s be honest now, folks!
Well, truth be told, I took the post title words directly from a bottle of liquor that I have here.
I enjoy imbibing occasionally, I must admit. I don’t do it all that often and rarely ever have a drink on a weeknight but on the weekend, I do like to have a drink or three. Or six if we’re talking two nights, but who’s counting? For years now, mainly in the wintertime, I enjoy a drink that, according to the manufacturer's marketing hype, is “a taste born of hoary nights, when lonely men struggled to keep their fires lit and cabins warm”.
Of course, that’s not why I bought it in the first place, although that does sound intriguing.
The “Black Sheep of Canadian liquors”, Yukon Jack is a 100 proof (USA) or 80 proof (Canada) honey and whiskey based liqueur. I hadn’t known until I just looked it up on Wikipedia that it’s also known for its macho image.
Featured on the label is an artist's rendition of Jack McQuesten, famous pioneer of the Yukon, for whom the drink is named. McQuesten is trudging through the snow and wilderness all bundled up in his parka. I guess he looks pretty macho.
I have mine with fresh squeezed grapefruit juice and if you use ruby red, the drink is actually pink.
Not very macho.
On another note, my husband is excited that Jewell is going to be a contestant this season on Dancing With the Stars, which begins tonight. Our DirecTV receiver went kaput over the weekend so we have to watch the TV upstairs, which is different. And kind of nice. Now, my husband doesn’t call Dancing With the Stars by its proper name. He calls it The Survivor Dancing Show. American Idol is The Survivor Singing Show, and Survivor is what it is. He loves Survivor. And it’s easier for him to remember the names of the shows this way.
My husband used to have a huge crush on Jewell when she first hit the scene. I just thought of something. If he ever read this blog, he would kill me. So I’d better stop now. I mean, a post about me drinking and old crushes he had would just be way too much for him.
So on that note . . . I’ll say . . .
Until tomorrow, my good friends . . .