Friday Night at the Bar - What's Your Favorite Libation?

Let's take a small break from writing topics. Unless you're a Hemingway fan and always have a bottle or tumbler at hand filled with some sort of inspirational water of the gods.

Over the last ten years or so, I've cut way down on my drinking, limiting myself to the occasional glass of red wine or the odd rum and diet (the drink of champions in my youth). But with St. Patrick's Day so close, I'm seeing the ads for parties paired up with ads for responsible drinking. Well, if I drink this weekend, it will be at home, so driving isn't an issue.

In fact, sitting on the table behind me, still shrouded in a brown paper bag is a bottle of pre-mixed Mudslides. Yum. I even have liquid chocolate in the fridge so I can line my glass before pouring in the tasty concoction. That and the wine rack holding 8 lonely bottles of red is looking mighty fine as the sun, still way up in the sky is sliding toward the west. Ah, we'll have another gorgeous sunset tonight, and right about 8pm instead of 4pm as we did just a few short months ago. Yes, Alaskans track the tracks of the sun almost religiously. However, I digress. Must be the Irish in me.

Yes, I have a touch of Irish. 1/16th or 1/32nd, I can never remember. Direct descendant, first son to first son until my father. As his brother never had children, the line continues through my eldest brother, now the eldest male of the family. And the gift for blarney goes on, as does the red hair and pale eyes. Nope, no brown eyes in the direct bloodline. Blue or green, or both depending on what we wear. We're strange that way.

So. I think I'll have a Mudslide or two. What about you? How will you toast with the Irish this fine spring weekend?