pix or it didn't happen
Booze and planes are kind of a weird combination, to me. Not because I have any moral issues with it or anything like that, but because it just feels like a weird setting for the stuff. And the way it’s served doesn’t help much; I guess scotch in a nice tumbler while chilling in leather seats in First Class would be pretty okay, but this tiny bottle of single malt feels more like a bit of absurdism than a good way to drink the stuff.
Still, it sounded good and I figured I should celebrate hitting the one-third mark somehow.
