I guess tonight is the night. I went to the liquor store and the parking lot was full. Well, fuck that! I'm not walking half a block, so I decided to head to the grocery store around the corner to pick up my favorite libation. Get there and the line was out the door. Well, shit! Figured I would join the line since it seemed to be moving fairly fast.
I thought that maybe they were checking IDs at the door(this store is on campus and the liquor dept. has its own separate entrance). After making it inside, people were still queing up, so I finally ask if anyone knew why we were waiting in a line. Turns out they were having a lottery for an upcoming release of Pappy van Winkle. If you don't know, Pappy is a highly sought after bourbon that's near impossible to find, so the best way of obtaining a bottle is to put your name in a lottery for any up coming releases.
Sometimes, I hate how popular bourbon has become... I use to be able to pick a bottle of 15 year old Pappy for $16, now it's a hundred if you can get it, or pay 4 or 5 times that from what is essentially a scalper.
When informed the line was for the Pappy lottery, I responded "fuck that, I don't care for wheaters, anyway". Grabbed a bottle of Four Roses that was on display(it was one of those Christmas deals they always have this time of year with something thrown in the box like a tumbler or something- this one had a silicon mold for making rose-shaped ice cubes), and got the hell out of there.
I think some of them were actually offended that someone wouldn't like Pappy, but I like a robust high-rye whiskey. Preferably made in Anderson Co., hence, the Four Roses. My intent was to grab a bottle 101º. Maybe, the next time.