She likes to mix her liquors. Not the long island iced-teas or Singapore slings that bartenders concocted but shot glasses lined up on the oak coffee table in the den. There are twelve shot glasses with a bottle standing behind each - vodka, rum, tequila, gin...you get the idea.
Her Saturday night ritual is to crank her husband's fifteen thousand dollar sound system until the very foundation rattles. She puts the music database on shuffle and goes with the flow. Santana's Black Magic Woman calls for a shot of Captain Morgan. Jimmy Buffet's Margaritaville leaves no second guessing.
Tonight she is two hours into it but could still walk the line if she needed to. Walking the line - that makes her think of Johnny Cash. Johnny was definitely a malt whiskey.
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