Date: July, 2012
Whisky: BenRomach Peat Smoke, Glen Elgin 16 y.o. Cask Strength, Caol Ila Distiller’s Edition, Glenglassaugh ‘The Spirit Drink That Dare Not Speak It’s Name’
Rum: Gosling’s Black Seal
Oh boy. Another one of those ultimately polarizing tales. The guys either hated it or outright detested it. No, I kid. Sort of.
A couple of the crew (Clint and Chris, in particular) have a bit of a softspot for the more ridiculous stylings of this type of absurdist humor (hearken back to ‘Catch 22’, if you will), and as could have been foreseen, quite enjoyed this odd little romp through the opium fields. Those of us with a more serious bent (read: better taste) found this barely palatable. About as appealing as street vendor dogs when one is craving a nice filet, might be an apropos analogy.
As we pulled up to the digs for the evenings festivities, we were greeted by the great hotdog slinger himself, Bauer. More Ignatious than John Paul Ziller, this guy. Banner flying, literally, and hotdogs a’steaming (boiling? grilling?…can’t quite recall), we were led into the den of the absurd.
With a somewhat smaller crew than usual, we were able to crowd around a few seats in the cooler basement, and oh, darn…unfortunately had extra portions of barley juice to consume. I know there was a rum on offer this eve, but for the life of me I can’t recall why. Sage Surujbally was one of the absentees for this ‘Confederacy’ meet, so the rum may have taken a little knock or two, but not much more than that. Proper respec’ to da whisky, as it should be. (Sorry, Lance. 😉 )
So, the book. Wow. What a trial in suffering. I kinda think I’d opt for a coin toss between crucifixion and a re-read of the sour unpleasant life of Ignatius J. Reilly. Truly an insufferable c*** if ever there was one. I won’t expound on the virtues of the author’s capturing of dialect or time and place. It becomes irrelevant in the face of such an insurmountable obstacle as tolerating the protagonist (can he actually be considered a protagonist?). Instead, suffice it to say that this is one of the top three most-want-to-punch-in-the-face characters ever written, and for that alone the novel was an exercise in enduring revulsion. Tough read. (In case you’re curious…the other two in the top three are Holden Caulfield and Doctor Leet).
Even with an abbreviated crew…great night. Clint and Chris in fine form. Lotsa laughs.
Cheers, Bauer. For the soiree, if not the book choice. 😉
The randoms: The Doors … “OG God” … “I wanna party on your p*ssy” … some Clutch … small crew … a few good laughs … acoustics … Ani DiFranco.