Originally Posted by OTZeagle1

In college my nickname was “Top Shelf”. While everyone else was chucking back as much Old Crow as they could find, I was sipping on one shot of Blue Label, all I could afford. When the bar closed they mostly stumbled out, trying to find their cars. I, on the other hand, consistently walked out with the prettiest girl in the room. Theirs was an addiction to a cheap buzz, mine a passion for beauty.

Whiskey and Alaska Airlines, so many memories. I can’t help to think of our current scheduling committee chairs daddy. What I would pay for one more trip with that man. Instead, I am here, the pre-school playground, arguing with clueless toddlers.

Come get me big fella, I will always be rationing good Whiskey!