My friends were over for a night out. Something we organized after there was no one at home; neither parents, wife and kids nor my bro! It had been a long while since us college friends had met. There was so much to gossip. Some about the wives, some about the other college friends, some about work. Although we were all so desperately waiting for these moments together, somehow, the mood was not setting up.
Just then I remembered that my brother and I had a Triple Gold Reserve in stock that we had saved for some special occasions. We decided it was time we let our hair down. It wasn’t too late in the evening and the night was yet young! We walked down to a store near my house to pick a bottle of Soda and some chakna. What was the fun in having plain scotch and nothing to munch! As usual, we settled at peanuts.
On the way back, the mood was already building up. We were already opening up. Topics varied. The constant back biting, peer pressure everything started flowing. Back home, we poured ourselves a drink each. We were enjoying the time alone. No one to come and stop us, no one to even ask us to talk slowly! We were having a gala time.
A few more pegs in and we opened up some more. Words flowed freely now. Memories came back much easily. The collection of songs that we had, the acting skills that were crushed under heavily weighed jobs, all came out. And who was responsible for that? Black Dog Triple Gold Reserve. The world could wait a little longer. Calls from the wives could hold on a little longer. We were living the life on our terms today. We were living our evening the way we had intended 10 years back when we had all parted after college. On our terms. Our friendship only grew stronger with age. Just like the scotch matured with age!
Just then I remembered that my brother and I had a Triple Gold Reserve in stock that we had saved for some special occasions. We decided it was time we let our hair down. It wasn’t too late in the evening and the night was yet young! We walked down to a store near my house to pick a bottle of Soda and some chakna. What was the fun in having plain scotch and nothing to munch! As usual, we settled at peanuts.
On the way back, the mood was already building up. We were already opening up. Topics varied. The constant back biting, peer pressure everything started flowing. Back home, we poured ourselves a drink each. We were enjoying the time alone. No one to come and stop us, no one to even ask us to talk slowly! We were having a gala time. A few more pegs in and we opened up some more. Words flowed freely now. Memories came back much easily. The collection of songs that we had, the acting skills that were crushed under heavily weighed jobs, all came out. And who was responsible for that? Black Dog Triple Gold Reserve. The world could wait a little longer. Calls from the wives could hold on a little longer. We were living the life on our terms today. We were living our evening the way we had intended 10 years back when we had all parted after college. On our terms. Our friendship only grew stronger with age. Just like the scotch matured with age!
Disclaimer: The content featured above is only for people aged above 25 years. Underage drinking is illegal and against the law. Drink sensibly and carefully and please never drive under the influence of alcohol.