Haha, high school kids had done their work after 5 days in NYC plus the 6-hour delay at SLAMMED LaGuardia. After I nudged my way to the bar and ordered a triple bourbon on the rocks, people were like, “wtf dude?”
I explained my circumstances and pounded the drink, having no time to hang out with kids sitting just down the way. They passed the hat and paid my bill, and I chewed two pieces of gum on my way back to the kids, who were none the wiser about why I was suddenly so much calmer.
The first time I flew after turning 21, I really wanted to have a beer on the flight. Unfortunately, it was like an 8:30 a.m. flight and I was pretty self conscious so I wasn't going to get one so early...then the guy next to me on the flight ordered a Bud Light and I followed suit.
I too am an unashamed morning airport drinker. Morning drinker in a vast array of vacation circumstances, to be honest.
The drink while waiting for your adventure plane to leave just might be the very best drink.
Nose bleed comes to mind...
Airports and flights are like international waters: anything goes. I'm convinced part of the reason its so accepted is that everyone is on different internal time zones. "It's 5 o'clock somewhere" was mis-marketed. It's not about the parrothead life, it's about the jet set crowd.
This is a solid choice for the 'very best drink'. You're through security, it signals the official start of the vacation, excitement and anticipation is high. I like it. I'm a big fan of the river tube float beer in summer, the hot tub beer after a long day of skiing or snowshoeing, and, in my younger days, the moment in the night when someone said, 'it's time to switch from guns to missiles', to signify bad decisions about to be made.
That was just ugly...
I kissed the Blarney Stone but I wouldn’t kiss it again.
When a drink says it is 'naturally essenced' I grow immediately suspicious.