Who do you see when I describe a cold weather guy, who can sing Gimn Sovetskovo Soyuza, and enjoys drinking straight vodka? If you immediately saw me, and not a stereotypical Russian, you either know me too well, or you're lying.
Of course, I blame Josh...
I was never a straight vodka fan, at least not until I started knocking them back with, Mr. Hoffer. Yet now I know the difference between brands, have preferences, and have two different bottles of vodka in my room. It all started last week when my floormates attempted the Brita Vodka Experiment
. While the resulting vodka was pretty good, I just couldn't get the thought of a good glass of Grey Goose or Stolichnaya (I refuse to call it Stoli's). I then watched an episode of The West Wing, and a particular scene tickles my fancy.
Leo : "I like the little things. The way a glass feels in your hand, a good glass - thick, with a heavy base. I love the sound an ice cube makes when you drop it from just the right height. Too high, and it will chip when you drop it. Chip the ice and it will melt too fast in the Scotch..."
Jordan : "You had a drink?".
Leo : "I'm an alcoholic. I don't have one drink. I don't understand people who have one drink. I don't understand people who leave half a glass of wine on the table. I don't understand people who say they've had enough. How can you have enough of feeling like this? How can you not want to feel like this longer? My brain works differently."
Oddly enough a person describing alcohol addiction, pushes me over the edge and prompts me to buy a bottle of Grey Goose and a small bottle of Stolichnaya. Weird...
I had a glass of the Grey Goose, and I'm OK now. Like the song says "isn't in strange how we all get a little bit weird sometimes?"