So, Dave came home late last night. . .
Nov. 8th, 2003 01:45 am![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
xiphiasI got off work at 8:30 or so, because I was just doing drink service with dinner, but Dave, our housemate, was working the Glenlivet event, which goes much longer then takes forever to clean up after, so he wasn't home until after midnight.
The Glenlivet event is this thing that happens maybe half a dozen times a year: Glenlivet comes in and does a presentation on scotch -- you pay I dunno how much, and you get to go to the Harvard Club and attend a lecture about scotch, and there are four glasses in front of each seat, with four different types of Glenlivet in them. So it's a tasting and lecture, and, after that, they've got a couple bars where you can drink more Glenlivet.
Everything I know about scotch comes from attending these lectures, and another series of lectures given by Johnnie Walker. (I actually liked the Johnnie Walker lectures better: they went more into the differences between different whisky producing regions of Scotland, and the vast differences in taste between the different kinds of scotches, and then talked a little about blended scotch vs. single malts, and why blending is done in the first place. But the Glenlivet event has its points, as well: Glenlivet brings a bunch of women in really really tight stretchy low-cut shirts and plaid miniskirts with them, who . . . well, I'm not entirely sure what they're officially there for, but it's certainly a reason to work that event if you are gynophilic.)
Anyway, Dave was telling me about how it went -- he was barbacking, which means he was bringing more glasses, ice, bottles, and so forth as the bartenders ran out of them, which, at an event like this, means hanging out right at the bar and getting stuff BEFORE it runs out. So you can learn a lot by watching. He said there was only one really annoying bit -- some guy ordered a "Glenlivet. Um, the twelve-year. And Coke. Diet Coke."
Dave said, "I could have just punched him out -- 12-year old scotch and DIET COKE? I really wanted to haul off and slug him."
I pointed out that, had he done so, the rest of the beverage department would probably have backed him in his actions -- I could just imagine the scene:
GUY: Your employee hit me! I demand he be fired!
JOHN THE BEVERAGE MANAGER: Is this true?
DAVE: Well, yes.
JOHN: Why did you do that?
DAVE: He ordered Glenlivet 12-year and Diet Coke
JOHN: *THWACK*
GUY: Ouch!
The Glenlivet event is this thing that happens maybe half a dozen times a year: Glenlivet comes in and does a presentation on scotch -- you pay I dunno how much, and you get to go to the Harvard Club and attend a lecture about scotch, and there are four glasses in front of each seat, with four different types of Glenlivet in them. So it's a tasting and lecture, and, after that, they've got a couple bars where you can drink more Glenlivet.
Everything I know about scotch comes from attending these lectures, and another series of lectures given by Johnnie Walker. (I actually liked the Johnnie Walker lectures better: they went more into the differences between different whisky producing regions of Scotland, and the vast differences in taste between the different kinds of scotches, and then talked a little about blended scotch vs. single malts, and why blending is done in the first place. But the Glenlivet event has its points, as well: Glenlivet brings a bunch of women in really really tight stretchy low-cut shirts and plaid miniskirts with them, who . . . well, I'm not entirely sure what they're officially there for, but it's certainly a reason to work that event if you are gynophilic.)
Anyway, Dave was telling me about how it went -- he was barbacking, which means he was bringing more glasses, ice, bottles, and so forth as the bartenders ran out of them, which, at an event like this, means hanging out right at the bar and getting stuff BEFORE it runs out. So you can learn a lot by watching. He said there was only one really annoying bit -- some guy ordered a "Glenlivet. Um, the twelve-year. And Coke. Diet Coke."
Dave said, "I could have just punched him out -- 12-year old scotch and DIET COKE? I really wanted to haul off and slug him."
I pointed out that, had he done so, the rest of the beverage department would probably have backed him in his actions -- I could just imagine the scene:
GUY: Your employee hit me! I demand he be fired!
JOHN THE BEVERAGE MANAGER: Is this true?
DAVE: Well, yes.
JOHN: Why did you do that?
DAVE: He ordered Glenlivet 12-year and Diet Coke
JOHN: *THWACK*
GUY: Ouch!