Corinth or…?
And the Dude abides.
That sounds like it should be the name of a mixed drink on which one could get drunk really quick.
In a highball glass, put two ice cubes, then two shots of vodka, one shot of gin, fill with iced tea, just shy of the glass rim, and fill the rest with Galliano. Garnish with an orange slice.
How’s that?
Yeah, I’d drink that in a heartbeat. Then again, I’m king of the miss pours (a few bartenders know that I’ll happily drink a free miss pour rather than see it go to waste)
Vodka and gin? Pick one or the other. Either you like some interest in your drink or you don’t.
Ouch.
(We used to have a Florida-based Doper who was in an excellent reggae (plus African folk instruments) band called “The Hip Abduction.”)
* Long Island Iced Tea has entered the chat *
Exactly what I was thinking of with “on which one could get drunk really quick.”
Not this part of Europe. There is no hour of the morning that begins with an “S”.
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I’ll say. I once nearly missed my cousin’s destination wedding in Paris because of an overnight layover in Frankfurt. I touched down in Frankfurt around 5:00 PM, and my flight out wasn’t until 8:30 AM the next morning. I didn’t have money to blow on a hotel room (if I did, I would have shelled it out for the direct flight to Paris instead) but I figured there wasn’t much sense in trying to sleep in the terminal with all the noise and lights, so I headed out into town to enjoy the night life. I did the math and decided I would be fine as long as I started making my way back to the airport by 6:00 AM—6:30 AM at the latest.
Unfortunately, I had neglected to charge my iPhone before leaving Bahrain (I was still in the Navy and stationed in Bahrain at the time—it’s how I ended up with the layover in Frankfurt) and I’d made the mistake in checking my charger and USB, so my battery was almost dead. Just to be safe—I mean to make sure I’d still have enough juice left to call my cousin when I landed in Paris—I went ahead and powered off my phone.
Anyway, I got some food and enjoyed myself at a local bar, but at some point I dozed off in a booth. The bartender came by and nudged me awake: I could see it was still dark outside, but it was, like, late November, and for all I knew the Sun wouldn’t be up until well past 6:00 AM. I had no idea what time it was, but I felt so well rested I was sure it had to be well past midnight in any event. So I asked the bartender, grinning wide as it was my first chance to use my high school German in over a decade, “Wein spät ist es zu?” He said it was only nine, and I was like, Well, cool, I guess I didn’t sleep that long after all. I was thinking about whether to order another drink, but then the bartender actually poured one for me without even having to ask, like he could read my mind or something, and if figured, Sure, why not? The night’s still young!
But then I took another glance out the window and realized the sky was showing signs of graying, so I went and asked the bartender again, “Wein spät ist es zu?” He just smiled and said, “Nine.” At that point I got worried because he poured me yet another drink that I didn’t even ask for and I realized he was trying to pull one over on me, like run up a tab and then force me to pay it because he must have figured I was some dumb tourist—it’s a common scam. So right then and there, I told him, “I don’t want your stupid drink!” I damn near threw it in his face, but then though better of it because I didn’t need to get involved with the local police—they were probably even in on the scam, I figured, as they often are in such shady establishments.
So I turned to the guy at the table next to me and, hoping to finally get a straight answer, shouted “Wein spät ist es zu!?!?” over the loud music they had playing. The man craned his head around, grinned at me like I was an idiot, and said, “Nine.”
Well, I’m not an idiot, and it was about that time I saw the Sun literally cresting the horizon. I through down what cash I had—I’m sure I overpaid, but I didn’t want any trouble—and hightailed it out of that bar. I just barely made it back to the airport in time, no thanks to the crooked bartender and his plant at the table next to me.
Seriously, WTF is wrong with people? It’s fine if people want to pretend like six or seven AM don’t exist because it’s too damn early for their tastes, but don’t go around lying to people about the time.
Sunrise in Switzerland in late November is apparently around 7:45 AM.
Like the Unreal Estate behind UU!
The Shaman thread in P&E has me grinding my teeth, and I normally don’t care about such trollery. The fact that posters I greatly respect actually took the bait and engaged in an argument over the Shaman as a viable candidate is dumbfounding.
“Sure, I might vote for him. Maybe he has some terrific ideas.” Jesus Christ. Just more of this guy’s “I’m the most tolerant, reasonable guy in the world” shtick. Second only to his “If we don’t ignore Trump’s crimes, then Biden will probably be executed, and soon” shtick.
The guy’s a troll, for all practical purposes.
There are what might be some light concern trolling at times, in my opinion.
Beevomitquadraped- Has he always been this mix of dumb and crazy and I just never noticed him before? I suspect the answer is yes. He asks a very specific dumb question. When people don’t respond well, he reframes his OP as a general question that is reasonable to ask. He promises to provide cites- repeatedly. He never does. He repeatedly admits he doesn’t know much about a subject, but refuses to listen to posters who know more and try to educate him. I’m beginning to think he posts these musings in the hope everybody will say ‘Gee! I never thought of that! Why, you are a genius!’
Sounds like HoneyBadgerDC.
Honey is vomited by bees, and a badger is a quadruped…
ETA: I think Doc was coyly trying to refer to HDBC, who has his own thread already. Any discussion of whether he’s a troll here is probably not going to be very productive.
Has anyone actually tried that ?
You mean, tried encouraging him to do more of it?