The
Doors popularized in 1966 The Alabama Song in asking to be shown the
“way to the next whiskey bar.” In 1971, Joni Mitchell vowed to get sloshed in A
Case of You.
Whatever
tipple fancies your taste bud – brandy, whiskey, wine or the sundry variants of
cocktails – getting them in the right state (aged for decades or freshly
brewed; ice cold or warm) is critical to enjoyment.
In
fact, if the Door’s Jim Morrison hasn’t yet (with apologies to Elvis) left the
building, I’ll tell him to go find his next swig at the International Space
Station (ISS), where a Japanese purveyor of spirits sent a keg or two.
Still,
disabuse your minds of the stereotype of a drunken Russian cosmonaut peddled by
Bruce Willis’ tearjerker movie Armageddon. The six scientists at the ISS are
not even allowed a sniff of the six types of liquor sent hurtling their way
through space.
Not
even for Christmas 2015? Yes, and definitely not even for New Year 2016! Major
Tom can sing himself hoarse with lines from Space Oddity but he’s not
getting even a single drop.
It’s
kind of harsh but it’s all for science folks: An Einstein-ian endeavor to see
how vacuum and weightlessness would make for a smoother single malt experience.
Bet those spirits would cost a small fortune upon touchdown on Gaia.
But
let’s get our feet firmly planted on terra firma, people. It’s not
really about whether you’re drinking Erap’s pricey Petrus or Johnny Walker
Blue. It’s about who you swap jokes and stories, laugh and cry with, as you
partake of life’s elixir.
Hell,
my pals and I can drink ourselves silly with stale beer left over from
yesterday’s barbeque. Really, it’s the company you keep that matters. Eat your
heart out Stanley Kubrick. –End-
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