The Dark N Stormy is single handedly the most significant vice for
influencing my agreement with Dr. Bobs terms to come to Miami and peruse
the islands. Predominately doing so as I lower my inhibitions, sipping
from a Collins glass with a secreting lime wedge on top, while staring
off of our balcony trying to count and compare the number of tiger
sharks in the water to camera snapping tourists on the ship.
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Bob was in town on one of the legs of a cruise trip up the Atlantic.
After having him over for dinner we broke into the liquor cabinet,
arranging Diegos first meeting with the doctor over several different
bottles of rum and bourbon and then immediately testing, examining,A
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in a landmark case. and downing shots. Certainly it was an esoteric
occasion for our sinister coalition, exclusive to those with abusive
motives in light of what is normally considered fair, decent
productivity for a Monday evening.
The Wild Turkey 101 ran
smoother than expected, with favorable responses from our trio,
producing that inner stir and blanket of warmth that sees that binge
drinkers wrap their mouths around the bottle to the last ounces of fluid
droplets. The Goslings Black Seal Bermuda Rum was a good swish and also
a surprise, as the first bottle I had ever bought of Goslings was
condensed to half a bottle of foam,Find a great selection of customkeychain deals.
likely the cause of distribution misplacement or some homeless man
stumbling into an ABC store and knocking over a midsection of the rum
shelf.
Bacardi Select had turned the trick so to speak, a house
favorite, and a giant jug of dark rum that had been rolling in the trunk
for the past two weeks as Diego and I sped along highway 460 in a fit
of commotion for spring weekend at the university. Dr. Bobs brainwaves
were losing their compatibility with words to represent real meaning. He
broke into hissing laughter and remained wordless with the gap of his
mouth wheezing, with a banana in his hand to serve as a pointer in a
demonstration to compare the diverse ratings we gave for each bottle.
Regardless of his limited vision with color or depth perception, Dr. Bob
would not be able to read a straight line on the labels for the rum
names, referring only to Great Dismal Virginia rum as swamp gas.
But
our hero of the story, Dark N Stormy, planted the doctor in a pivoted
delirium, as he began talking to President Barack Obama on the
telephone, which was formerly his pointer banana, about reaching the
pinnacle of the evening.
To properly make, mix: two shots
Goslings Black Seal rum, one shot of freshly squeezed lime juice, half a
shot of sugar syrup boiled in water, shake with ice and strain, and top
with Goslings ginger beer. The lime wedge is a complimenting
garnishing, as is a crazy swirly straw to uptake the flavor.
On
this day henceforth the Dark N Stormy is the allure of traditional
tastings and momentous gatherings, a mood swinger and kicker to trite
cocktails at hack conventions and spiked punch bowls at juvenile
banquets. And speaking of which, it was quite the reason for the three
of us to self medicate with the stormy remedy from a room the size of a
postage stamp on a ship of a thousand lights moving at 20 knots across
the water.
Ive made a point not to refute the credibility of
journalism by the use of over simplification, but lets not waste time
with spacious descriptions, as a cloudy head full of rum bothering with
minute details can lead to dry spells that preside over the important
task of reaching our table in the main dining ballroom. Dinner consisted
of a first course of red lobster tail, snapper, and most importantly a
bottle of Estancia Pinot Noir. This rather was the start of an excessive
capsize of fortunate values, as we began pounding out further requests
with raving and incoherent expressions, swatting at all of the waiting
staff like theyre servants for a plethora of seafood at the ships all
inclusive expense. A lions share of shrimp, clams, potatoes, key lime
pie, raspberry chocolate cake, all of it, our free will, but all of it,
food with ingredients of zero alcohol content,Choose the right bestluggagetag in
an array of colors. a concept that is very evil to grasp, as the Pinot
Noir was split and emptied mostly by Dr. Bob and myself. It was replaced
in a matter of milliseconds by a Jameson whiskey. Gone.
The
waiters were sure to be left uneasy, sea urchins were aboard and spiking
orders with mixers and chasers of large quantities of alcohol in toxic
proportions from the cellar inventory. Just the few of us were bound to
be known as swatters, these swindlers ruining the beneficial free
enterprise of food if only not for us balancing the cost with our own
checks and balances.
Dr. Bob retired respectively early that evening,An experienced artist on what to consider before you buy chipcard.
though not before seeing a note placarded on our door for Diego and I,
Please come to Captain Cooks bar for a rescheduled safety muster at 5pm
tomorrow in accordance with regulations since your absence from todays
training assignment for passengers. We were short on time and high on a
drink count when we missed the original training. Dr. Bob was exempt
from formal safety regulations, dually to his handicap condition.
Norwegian Sky will just have to cut its losses during a case of risky
emergency evacuation and leave the doctor stepping with his cane on a
tilting ship, running his hands along the wall like hes reading braille,
using the rest of his senses to accommodate when the lights go out.
Diego
and I sickly delighted our aptitude for the seventh floor casino,
commandeering more drinks and drifting about as on lookers in a circle
of hell, where the only similar feeling is being in the presence of a
pest living in your home with its fleas roaming around on the carpet.
People all shapes and sizes, feathered able body persons, gambling men
playing craps that look as suspect as Joe Camel, some old bags dried out
who were nymphs sometime long ago with masterful longevity to spend
their lives pulling the levers on malfunctioning slot machines, hitting
them, wishing they could get their money back, while the others starve
in manic depression from their innate natures, feeding coins and smoking
cigarettes, godless creatures void of frontal lobes.
Im
inclined to off putting statements when vitalized by a rotten, blotted
reverence from casino partakers despite really never getting to know
them. Maybe its the empathy I have for the custodian during closing
time, filling his dust pan with filtered butts and ticket stubs. Or it
could be the sly eyed sphinx with implants blowing smoke rings around
her table, and all the resounding impressions from a world of cruise
ship gambling, commercial airlines, fake tans, expensive jewelry,
plastic surgery, cell phones, social networks and switchboard operators
all currently prevalentIm no being of righteousness and in all reality
not someone infatuated with contempt or bedridden with malice, but for
all intents and purposes its worth noting the feeling in my stomach and
giving some explanation to why I think my dinner is coming up.
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